I know Thanksgiving is over but I just have to share this with you. :o)
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. 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!!
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5 comments:
Cute poem!
hahahaha! ;)
LOL!
Just enjoyed some left overs last night.
LoL. Very true!
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