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 in 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 of 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!
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 in 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 of 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!
1 comment:
Aidan had to memorize this poem for school and then recite it to the family on thanksgivng. He did a great job!
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