Thanksgiving Leftovers are Calling

I found this online but no one seemed to know who wrote it but I thought it was really appropriate for tonight!
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T'was the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep.

I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.

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The leftovers beckoned - the dark meat and white,

But I fought the temptation with all of my might.

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Tossing and turning with anticipation,

The thought of a snack - became infatuation.

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So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door,

And gazed at the fridge - full of goodies galore.

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I gobbled up turkey - and buttered potatoes,

Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

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I felt myself swelling, so plump and so round,

'til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.

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I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky,

With a mouthful of pudding - and a handful of pie.

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But I managed to yell, as I soared past the trees...

"Happy eating to all - pass the cranberries, please.

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"May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump.

May your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump.

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May your yams be delicious - may your pies take the prize,

May your thanksgiving dinner - stay off of your thighs.

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Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!