[Steppes] FW: Twas the Night of Thanksgiving...

[Brent Ryder]

>	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,
>	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.
>
>	HAPPY THANKSGIVING!