T'was the Night of Thanksgiving

T'was 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,

pickles and carrots, 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.

Turkey Warning

Tell me, Mr. Turkey,

Don't you feel afraid

When you hear us talking

'Bout the plans we've made?

Can't you hear us telling

How we're going to eat

Cranberries and stuffing

With our turkey meat?

Turkey, heed my warning:

Better fly away;

Or you will be sorry

On Thanksgiving Day.


The Turkey Shot Out of the Oven by Jack Prelutsky

The turkey shot out of the oven 

and rocketed into the air,

it knocked every plate off the table

and partly demolished a chair.

It ricocheted into a corner 

and burst with a deafening boom, 

then splattered all over the kitchen,

completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows, 

it totally coated the floor,

there was turkey attached to the ceiling, 

where there'd never been turkey before.

It blanketed every appliance, 

It smeared every saucer and bowl,

there wasn't a way I could stop it, 

that turkey was out of control.

I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure, 

and thought with chagrin as I mopped,

that I'd never again stuff a turkey

with popcorn that hadn't been popped