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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,
stuffing with gravy, green 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.
Posted by: gnat | November 27, 2009 at 02:26 PM
Hey, that's my baby sista! check out those guns! Just remember, I'm the strong one. You are the fast one. Lets just keep those lines clear, please.
Posted by: Tracy Strubberg | November 28, 2009 at 10:03 AM
Lookin' good Darby! Keep it up!
Posted by: Karen | November 28, 2009 at 04:23 PM