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.
I raced to the kitchen, and flung open the door. I 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.
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.
Have A Great Thanksgiving!