‘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,

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, floated 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!!

One LINER
Asked to write a composition entitled, “What I’m thankful for on Thanksgiving,” little Johnny wrote, “I’m thankful that I’m not a turkey.”