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A Thanksgiving Poem
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CJ Beaman


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'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, 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.

Remember to share with those less fortunate,
And may your thanksgiving be blessed!

2001 By C J Beaman
Used with the author's permission.

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Catherine Jo Beaman, now better known as C J, grew up in New England but is steeped in the traditions of Deep South hospitality, thanks to the legacy of three generations of matriarchs. Those matriarchs additionally imbued her with classic culinary skills which, blended with skills C J learned while living abroad, a bit of New York City savvy, and the sustainable, organic influence of California and the Pacific Northwest, have turned her into one heck of a chef. Now living in Austin, Texas, C J specializes in “gourmet, healthy, delicious, beautiful, plant based green cuisine," which she loves to prepare and write about. C J’s current project is is a plant-based cookbook for kids and, of course, writing poetry about food. Learn more about her at www.rawgourmetartista.com.

 

 


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chris schulz:
Laughed in spite of myself,"with a mouthful of pudding and a hanful of pie", how did she know?
Posted 11/28/2014 10:52 AM
Dorcas:
Cute
Posted 11/27/2014 12:22 AM
rahillustrator:
I've seen this clever poem posted everywhere without the authors name attached. At last, the creator is discovered. So glad too.
Posted 10/10/2012 05:18 PM


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