A HEARTWARMING THANKSGIVING POEM

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 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, FLOATED INTO THE SKY,
WITH MY MOUTH FULL OF PUDDING; MY HAND FULL OF PIE.
BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES...
HAPPY EATING TO ALL-- PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.

(no, i didnt write it, but have a good one, all)