Twas' the night before Thanksgiving

'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 IN 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 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.MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP,MAY YOUR POTATOES AND 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.