When a person gobbles a turkey
at Thanksgiving dinner
she or he knows the murky
story of the bird's inner.
The turkey is dead and gone
when you swallow the meat
but the taste on the way down
tell tales of ancient meets
Each bird that we digest
is a token of American values
at our national bird's behest
stuffing me please with cashews
Enjoy me when I am sizzling
or even the day after when cold
think of my breast, thighs drizzling
I served you twofold.
I gathered people in peace
Pilgrims and Indians both
I serve as a conversation piece
while gliding down your throat.
(Inspired by Jack Prelutsky)
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