THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE
BUT WE FOUGHT TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF OUR MIGHT

TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.

SO, WE RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.

WE GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.

WE FELT OURSELVES SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, WE ROSE OFF THE GROUND.

WE CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, UP INTO THE SKY
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING, A HANDFUL OF PIE.

BUT, WE MANAGED TO YELL AS WE 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.