A friend sent me this poem on email and I just had to share it...maybe you've seen it. If you have, I apologize for that. Unfortunately, credit is not given to the author, so I guess we'll have to go with anonymous. Hope you enjoy it!
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, threw open the door,
And stared 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 Thanksgiving, please pass the peas!"
May your stuffing be tasty,
May your turkey be plump.
May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize,
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off your thighs!