posted on November 22, 2000 08:10:15 PM
I received this wonderful poem from my former pastor today--a wonderfully friendly woman that we really miss at our church! You can tell from this poem what kind of a "real" person she was. No, she didn't write it, but whoever did knows the reality of Thanksgiving leftovers!
'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 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!"
