|
Post by Woody Williams on Nov 22, 2006 19:24:03 GMT -5
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 & white, but I fought the temptation with all my might.
Tossing & 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, gravy, 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 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.
Hunting Indiana members and families, I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
|
|
|
Post by raporter on Nov 22, 2006 23:29:34 GMT -5
Thanks Woody, Same to you and yours.
|
|
|
Post by cambygsp on Nov 23, 2006 5:19:37 GMT -5
Back at ya Woody!
|
|