'Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
I just couldn't sleep,
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
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The leftovers beckoned,
the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptation
with all of my might.
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Tossing and turning
with anticipation,
the thought of a snack
became infatuation.
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So, I raced to the kitchen,
flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge,
full of goodies galore.
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I gobbled up turkey
and buttered potatoes,
pickles and carrots,
beans, and tomatoes.
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I felt myself swelling
so plump and so round,
till all of a sudden,
I rose off the ground.
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I crashed through the ceiling,
floating into the sky,
with a mouthful of pudding
and a handful of pie
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But, I managed to yell
as I soared past the trees...
happy eating to all
...pass the cranberries, please.
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