Tuesday, November 21, 2006


THANKSGIVING POEM



May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious
and your pies take the prize,
and may your Thanksgiving dinner
stay off your thighs!

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Judy! I hope you and yours enjoy a day of grace, gratitude and too much turkey!

Susie said...

What a cute poem! Hope your Thanksgiving is filled with every blessing..
:)

Anonymous said...

Why thank you! How kind of you to wish my thighs well. They could use some good vibes.

Happy thanksgiving.

srp said...

I am afraid the thighs have already had it. We can always hope that the thighs and hips will make it through the Thanksgiving season. It looks like we are in the midst of a Nor'easter of immense proportions through Friday. It has been blowing up to 50 mph here already and raining on and off most of the afternoon.

Beverly said...

Love the poem...Happy Thanksgiving, Judy.

brendalove@gmail.com said...

Happy Toikey Day!

Patry Francis said...

Especially love the last line. Happy t-day!

Maya's Granny said...

I love the turkey's tee!

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

tiff said...

And to you as well!

OldLady Of The Hills said...

LOL, LOL...Well, good luck to my thighs and hips and tummy, too! Thanksgiving is just so filled with yummu things to eat...what's a person supposed to do? LOL!

A VERY VERY Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Judy.

sage said...

May you have a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving Kenju!

utenzi said...

A friend sent me a longer version of that last year, Judy. Here's what she sent me:

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.
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.


Michele sent me to visit you today, Judy.

Pat said...

We don't have it but it doesn't mean i can't wish you a happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.