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Happy Thanksgiving to all ...

Twas the night 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. 

I 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,
May your yams be delicious, May your pies take the prize,
May your thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.