Thanks to Steve Sweeney for forwarding me the following. Roger Mayhorn 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. > > 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!! > > HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL