Thanksgiving

‘Twas the night of Thanksgiving

I couldn’t really sleep

Counted backwards while

Counting sheep

We have leftovers

The dDark meat and white,

But I fought the temptation

With all of my might

Tossing and turning with anticipation

The tThoughts of a snack became fascination.

So to the kitchen I will race, fling open the door

And gaze at the fridge full of goodies

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,

Pickles and Ccarrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and round,

Till all of a sudden I came off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling. Floated through the sky.

With a mouthful of pudding, and a handful of pie.

But I managed to yell as I floated through the trees,

Happy eating