'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 in 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 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 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 and 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!