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Friday, November 25, 2005

Happy Tryptophan Day

One for the Turkey Day peeps out there...

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, floated 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 pie take the prize,
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.


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