Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving

	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.

	I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes, desserts with coffee, cheese 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!

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