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 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,
Pickles and carrots, 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
Mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.

But I managed to yell as I soared past the trees…..
Somebody get me to Weight Watchers, Please!

May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes ‘n 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!