My friend Sabina tagged me with this poem. Thought I'd share.
'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I 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.
Gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes Pickles and carrots beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round, 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 passed the trees, "Happy eating to all! Pass the cranberries, please!"
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