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Post by cabooseman on Nov 17, 2010 9:26:46 GMT -6
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.
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, 'TIL 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!"
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.
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