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Here's an essay I wrote for English. I don't think it's very good but I got a 103 on it 
so tell me what you think!!
Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and all through the house,
Every stomach was growling, even that of the mouse.
The turkey was set in the freezer with care,
In hopes that tomorrow it wouldnt be there.
The children were nestled, all snug, in their beds,
While visions of stuffing danced in their heads.
Grandma with her gravy, Nannie with her bread,
After cooking all day, are at last in their beds.
The next day I awoke with a stomach that rumbled,
Weary eyed and hungry, down the hall, I did stumble.
It was then that I took a quaint sniff of the air,
And I knew right away what was cooking downstairs.
It was Thanksgiving at last; the food filled me with glee,
So I rounded the corner, to the kitchen, to see.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a massive buffet, filled with food and good cheer.
The dishes were covered, but I had no fear,
Because I knew right away that the turkey was here.
The family all gathered to feast with our eyes,
On the food that would soon make our waists grow in size.
The stuffing, the dressing, the gravy, the yams,
The corn on the cob with the turkey and ham!
To the table we flew with our plates in our hands,
We had seconds and thirds and refills on demand.
Dad pushed back his plate, and we were, at last, done,
Until Aunt Di came in, and said, Weve just begun!
She brought out desserts and exclaimed, Heres the fun!
And we started again, until the food was all gone.
We gathered in front of the TV to relax,
And we watched the big game as we loosened our slacks.
The first downs, the touchdowns, the field goals, the teams,
Fans yelled to the field, while we yelled to the screen.
The game ended at last, and everyone left for their homes,
And I was left with all alone with a big pile of fresh turkey bones.
Tis the night after Thanksgiving, and all through the house,
Every stomach is bloated, except that of the mouse.
That feeling you get when youve eaten too much,
I feel that way now its my stomach I clutch.
Oh, sweet, Alka-Seltzer, oh, bottle of Tums,
Oh, Pepto-Bismol, to my rescue, please come!
At last I am settled, after a long day of feasts,
I can lay down in bed, with my medicine, in peace.
Theres no day like Thanksgiving, I think as I put on my cap,
And I drift off to sleep, filled with turkey, for my Thanksgiving nap.
so tell me what you think!!Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and all through the house,
Every stomach was growling, even that of the mouse.
The turkey was set in the freezer with care,
In hopes that tomorrow it wouldnt be there.
The children were nestled, all snug, in their beds,
While visions of stuffing danced in their heads.
Grandma with her gravy, Nannie with her bread,
After cooking all day, are at last in their beds.
The next day I awoke with a stomach that rumbled,
Weary eyed and hungry, down the hall, I did stumble.
It was then that I took a quaint sniff of the air,
And I knew right away what was cooking downstairs.
It was Thanksgiving at last; the food filled me with glee,
So I rounded the corner, to the kitchen, to see.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a massive buffet, filled with food and good cheer.
The dishes were covered, but I had no fear,
Because I knew right away that the turkey was here.
The family all gathered to feast with our eyes,
On the food that would soon make our waists grow in size.
The stuffing, the dressing, the gravy, the yams,
The corn on the cob with the turkey and ham!
To the table we flew with our plates in our hands,
We had seconds and thirds and refills on demand.
Dad pushed back his plate, and we were, at last, done,
Until Aunt Di came in, and said, Weve just begun!
She brought out desserts and exclaimed, Heres the fun!
And we started again, until the food was all gone.
We gathered in front of the TV to relax,
And we watched the big game as we loosened our slacks.
The first downs, the touchdowns, the field goals, the teams,
Fans yelled to the field, while we yelled to the screen.
The game ended at last, and everyone left for their homes,
And I was left with all alone with a big pile of fresh turkey bones.
Tis the night after Thanksgiving, and all through the house,
Every stomach is bloated, except that of the mouse.
That feeling you get when youve eaten too much,
I feel that way now its my stomach I clutch.
Oh, sweet, Alka-Seltzer, oh, bottle of Tums,
Oh, Pepto-Bismol, to my rescue, please come!
At last I am settled, after a long day of feasts,
I can lay down in bed, with my medicine, in peace.
Theres no day like Thanksgiving, I think as I put on my cap,
And I drift off to sleep, filled with turkey, for my Thanksgiving nap.
!! God Bless
