'Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving

A Thanksgiving Poem, by CJ Beaman

OTwas 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,

pickles and carrots, beans 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!

May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump,

May your potatoes On 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.

By CJ Beaman, c 2001