Thanksgiving!

Well, it’s Thanksgiving here in Canada on Monday, so let’s get in the mood with this fine poem from a lady called Lauren. There are many more Thanksgiving poems to be found here.

 

T’was 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,
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 and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize
And May your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off of your thighs!
by Lauren

I have a Thanksgiving board on Pinterest with a Thanksgiving book by someone we know. Leg is in his name ;) Come and show him some re-pin love.

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32 thoughts on “Thanksgiving!

  1. Lovely poem, Catherine! I swear my heart beat faster as I read it–in a good way. :) Happy holiday to you and yours!

  2. Truly brilliant. And it reminds me of my aunt’s paintings – she likes to paint women flying, sometimes with pies.

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