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History & Lore
'Twas the Night of Thanksgiving
By C J Beaman
Oct 28, 2011, 08:36 PST
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Written by C J Beaman
My sincere apologies for originally listing this wonderful poem as unknown. We were sent it by email, and could not locate the author in our searches. Our thanks to C J Beaman for allowing us to share this wonderful holiday poem.
'Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
but I just couldn't sleep.
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,
Till 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!"
© C J Beaman 2005
cjbman1@comcast.net
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