'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,
'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 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
Update - I finally found where I had "borrowed" the poem from. It's from The Crazy Rants of Samantha Burns. Apologies to Sam for not clarifiying that earlier.
8 years ago
9 comments:
oh tell me you didn't write that, cause if you did? I'm jealous to hell
Did you make that up? it is so great!!!
Oh I WISH I could say that I wrote it but .....I found it somewhere out there in cyberland and decided to share.
Hee Hee
awesome poem! thanks!
LOL.. that made my night!
Lol, no worries, I "borrowed" it from a friend, too, who sent it to me.
It's worth sharing.
PS - interested in a blogroll exhange at all?
Regardless, I'm heading over to that stupidity quiz to see how dumb I might be, lol.
I'm sooooooo pleased we don't have thanksgiving over her in Blighty.
*trots back out, relieved*
*and I don't mean *that* kind of relieved, Rowan*
Yams? what do you do with yams? are they a fruit?
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