Twas the Nite of Thanksgiving
But I just couldn't sleep 
I tried counting backwards, 
I tried counting sheep. 

The leftovers beckoned - 
The dark meat and white 
But I fought the temptation 
With all of my might 

Tossing and turning 
With anticipation 
The thought of a snack 
Became infatuation. 

So, I raced to the kitchen, 
Flung open the door 
And gazed at the fridge, 
Full of goodies galore. 

Gobbled up turkey 
And buttered potatoes, 
Pickles and carrots, 
Beans and tomatoes. 

I felt myself swelling 
So plump and so round, 
'Til all of a sudden, 
I rose off the ground. 

I crashed through the ceiling, 
Floating into the sky 
With a mouthful of pudding 
And a handful of pie. 

But, I managed to yell 
As i soared past the trees.... 
Happy eating to all - 
Pass the cranberries, please. 

May your stuffing be tasty, 
May your turkey be plump. 
May your potatoes 'n gravy 
Have nary a lump,