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'Happy Eating is a humorous and witty poem for a gourmand who makes excuses for eating everything prepared for Thanksgiving feast on the night before.

Happy Eating

The turkeys, the stuffing, the yams, the potatoes, and the desserts bring a wide smile on everyone's face where they hear of these delicacies. As they know it's Thanksgiving - a time to devour into scrumptious meals. The cheerful season of the fall begins with the celebration of Thanksgiving in America as the harvest festival, giving a green flag to the start of the Christmas celebrations. Observed on the fourth Thursday of November annually, Thanksgiving Day is commemorated with much zeal and gusto. To make your Thanksgiving festival even more flavorful and delightful, recite this poem at the Thanksgiving Dinner table and tempt yourself to gorge on the delicacies, until your heart pours out. Take a look at the wordings of the poem "Happy Eating" in the lines below.

'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,
Stuffing with gravy, green beans and tomatoes.

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 & 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.
- Anonymous