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'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
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful
of pie.
But, I managed to yell
as I soared past the trees...
happy eating to all -- pass the
cranberries, please!
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Yummy, yummy, yummy
in the
tummy, tummy, tummy!
Midi playing ~ "The Clinton Clog"
© Margi
Harrell
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