A poem for Thanksgiving

Weird Harold

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(I did NOT write this, it's from a newsgroup my daughter subscribes to, author unknown)

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

The turkey 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, till 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!



Happy Thanksgiving!
 
And to all a good night!

:cathappy:


It's great, Harold - thanks for posting this!
 
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