A Thanksgiving Poem
by
C. J. Beaman (with *slight* modifications)
by
C. J. Beaman (with *slight* modifications)
'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.
I
fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing
and turning with anticipation,
the
thought of a snack became an infatuation.
I
raced to the kitchen, pawed open the door,
and
gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I
gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
peas
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 paw full of pie.
But
I managed to bark as I soared past the trees,
“Happy
eating to all . . . pass the biscuits 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,
Hope your Thanksgiving dinner stays off of your thighs.
