EAT, BUT MARK THE WORDS

A Little Poem to Enjoy this Day:

THE NIGHT AFTER

'Twas the night after Thanksgiving 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 my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation,
The thought of a snack was 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 plumb,
May your 'taters "N gravy have narry a lump.
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,
May your holiday dinner stay off of your thighs.