Mexicajun Thanksgiving

T’was the Nite of Thanksgiving

And I just couldn't sleep

I tried watching Leno,

I tried counting sheep.

The turducken beckoned

- The dark meat and white…

But I fought the temptation

With all of my might

Tossing and turning With anticipation

The thought of the roux

Became pure infatua-shion.

So, I raced to the kitchen,

Flung open the door

And gazed at the fridge,

Full of goodies galore.

Gobbled up some turkey

And buttered potatoes,

oyster dressing and carrots,

red beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling

So plump and so round,

'Til all of a sudden,

I just rose off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling,

Floating into the sky

With a mouthful of boudin

And a handful of pie.

But, I managed to yell

As I soared past the trees....

Happy eating to all -

Pass the Tabasco, 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 ! Day