Friday, November 26, 2010

Thanksgiving Poem

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 much 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, till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating to 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!


  1. You have definately missed your calling this is marvelous! So, so cute...wonderful imagery. I loved it!

  2. You are quite the poet! Love it!