Craig FergusonTwas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.
About This Quote
This is a classic poem about the joys of lovemaking. It was written by James Whitcomb Riley in 1872, and it's the one that was set to music by Frank Loesser in the 1950s. The poem is extremely evocative, with all sorts of sexual innuendo.
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