'twas The Night Of Thanksgiving 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.
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."
May Your Stuffing Be Tasty, May Your Turkey Be Plump,
May Your Potatoes'n' 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.~
T-Day poetry!
T-Day poetry!
THE NEW ENGLAND BOY'S SONG
ABOUT THANKSGIVING DAY
Lydia Maria Child (1802-1880)
Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow .
Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house away !
We would not stop
For doll or top,
For 't is Thanksgiving day .
Over the river, and through the wood,
Oh, how the wind does blow !
It stings the toes,
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go .
Over the river, and through the wood,
With a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark,
And children hark,
As we go jingling by .
Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate playâ€
Hear the bells ring
Ting a ling ding,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving day !
Over the river, and through the woodâ€
No matter for winds that blow;
Or if we get
The sleigh upset,
Into a bank of snow .
Over the river, and through the wood,
To see little John and Ann;
We will kiss them all,
And play snow-ball
And stay as long as we can .
Over the river, and through the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple gray !
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound,
For 'tis Thanksgiving day !
Over the river, and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate;
We seem to go
Extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait .
Over the river, and through the woodâ€
Old Jowler hears our bells;
He shakes his pow,
With a loud bow wow,
And thus the news he tells .
Over the river, and through the woodâ€
When grandmother sees us come,
She will say, Oh dear,
The children are here,
Bring a pie for every one .
Over the river, and through the woodâ€
Now grandmother's cap I spy !
Hurrah for the fun !
Is the pudding done ?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie !
T-Day poetry!
Five Little Turkeys
5 little turkeys standing by door,
One waddled off, and then there were 4.
4 little turkeys under a treee,
One waddled off , and then there were 3.
3 little turkeys with nothing to do,
One waddled off, and then there were 2.
2 little turkeys in the noon day sun,
One waddled off, and then there was 1.
One little turkey better run away,
For soon will come Thanksgiving day.
5 little turkeys standing by door,
One waddled off, and then there were 4.
4 little turkeys under a treee,
One waddled off , and then there were 3.
3 little turkeys with nothing to do,
One waddled off, and then there were 2.
2 little turkeys in the noon day sun,
One waddled off, and then there was 1.
One little turkey better run away,
For soon will come Thanksgiving day.
T-Day poetry!
Why Santa, I didn't know you had it in you!!!
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T-Day poetry!
Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest is all gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain.
So open wide the doorway-
Thanksgiving comes again!
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest is all gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain.
So open wide the doorway-
Thanksgiving comes again!
ALOHA!!
MOTTO TO LIVE BY:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming.
WOO HOO!!, what a ride!!!"
MOTTO TO LIVE BY:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming.
WOO HOO!!, what a ride!!!"