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Kirin 01 - portrait

'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,
'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 a handful of pie,
But I managed to yell as I soared past the trees...
"HAPPY EATING TO ALL -- PASS THE CRANBERRIES PLEASE!"

Comments

Good poem. 'Tis yours?
No, not mine - it's wandering around the 'net uncredited. I did a cut 'n paste from a mailing list I'm on.

Nice poem

also ..I e-mailed you about some stuff....
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