It’s Thanksgiving Night

It's Thanksgiving Night by Kenn Nesbitt

It’s Thanksgiving night, and
I’m curled up in bed.
I’m clutching my teddy bear
next to my head.

My stomach is aching.
I let out a groan.
Then, suddenly, I hear
my teddy bear moan.

I ate too much food, so
my tummy’s in pain.
But this is the first time
I’ve heard him complain.

We’re hugging each other
and sharing our sorrow.
We can’t wait until we
feel better tomorrow.

Tonight, though, we’re whining
and huffing and puffing.
It’s Thanksgiving night, and
we’re both full of stuffing.