‘Twas the night after feasting

By CJ Beaman Submitted to Corner Post

‘Twas the night after feasting, and 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.

I tossed and I turned with sweet anticipation,

Thoughts of a snack turned to deep 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 dressing, 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!

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

May your potatoes & gravy have nary a lump,

May your yams be delicious. May your pies take the prize,

May your holiday meals stay off your waistline and thighs.

— A twisted version of an original by CJ Beaman