To all canuks

Happy Thanksgiving.

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'Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
I just couldn't sleep.
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers beckoned,
The dark meat and white,
But I fought off temptation
With all of my might.

Tossing and turning, with great anticipation,
The thought of a snack became infatuation.
So I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door,
And glazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
Gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles & carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
Until all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, 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 taters and 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.

Here's mine, lol!

Point of View
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.

Sunday dinner isn't sunny
Easter feasts are just bad luck
When you see it from the viewpoint
Of a chicken or a duck.

Oh how I once loved tuna salad
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
'Til I stopped and looked at dinner
From the dinner's point of view.
-- Shel Silverstein