A Thanksgiving Poem

Twas the night of Thanksgiving, and 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,
yams and corn, green beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
when all of a sudden, I rose off the ground!

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of egg nog and a handful of pie

But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees...
happy eating to all---pass the cranberries, please!