Happy Thanksgiving
It was the night before Thanksgiving, had
trouble sleeping, counting sheep don’t work…
Kept thinking of the leftovers that we would have,
knowing that they would be calling my name before long…
With no will power to speak, no matter what
I would do, I will be haring the turkey calling my
name soon, and the sweet potatoes, homemade noodles,
bread stuffing, green bean casserole and cranberries too…
Wouldn’t be able to fight temptation, no matter how hard I would try…
Would go running to the kitchen, opening the fridge door,
getting a plate and start pilling on the turkey, stuffing,
bean casserole too, then pack on the cranberries to boot…
Keep telling myself, that it’s just once a year that
I eat until I am plump and stuffed to the gills you hear…
The stuffing is tasty, the turkey is so tender,
the sweet potatoes all gooey with marshmallows,
oh, so yummy and of course the pie too…
The gravy was tasty and smooth with no lumps…
Pumpkin pie was piled wildly with whipped cream on top…
Oh, yes, saved a slice of pecan for later into the night…
Keep the Pepto Bismol and Alka-Seltzer close for
you will need one of both before the nights over!
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012
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