A pome

'Twas the night before GobbleFest, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, except Jammies' mouse.
The puppehs were nestled all snug on her bed,
while visions of Nylabones danced through their heads.
The pound cake was made, and cooling just fine.
The bacon was packed, and so was the plum wine.
Jammies' outfit was chosen, her heart was athrill.
Tomorrow she'd see Imp and Mallie, and Jay and Will!