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Thanksgiving poem....by Sir Henry Gibson
« Reply #-1 on: November 24, 2011, 03:42:52 PM »

'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,
 stuffing with gravy, green 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 ;D
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