Friday, November 19, 2010

A Poem for Turkeys

On Turkey Day

One bird we honor on this day of thanks;
Alongside our symbol of freedom she ranks.
Regard for her grows as we near “Turkey Day.”
(I’ll parse her death as “regard,” if I may.)

Are turkeys the victims of vile human power?
A simpering few harbor thoughts fairly dour:
“These birds live their lives in a self-conscious way;
These birds aren't for stuffing, or eating,” they say.

Why don't they admit that tradition's a right;
One sufficiently strong to eclipse the bird’s plight?
Perhaps they’re just bored, confused, or hate cooking;
It’s only a bird (and rather ill-looking).

Those in the know limit thought to our brains:
Alone we can suffer, feel pleasures and pains.
Just meeting our needs – a formidable feat;
How dreary the world, each entrée sans meat!

Life’s like a raft, with but room for one kind;
(So barely embrained and too simple to mind.)
The turkey we honor on this day of thanks;
Alongside our symbol of freedom she ranks.

DKJ

5 comments:

  1. Turkeys are evil. I heard a couple of turkeys knocked off a 7-11 on Melrose. First petty theft, then world domination. We need to do more to ensure that our children are safe from runaway evil turkeys. Sound the sirens - alert the media - call all responsible, ethical, and educated hunters of the world - unite and rid us of this great evil before it's too late. And, what the heck was Obama thinking, pardoning two of these wicked birds? Oh, the hypocrisy.

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  2. The only animal I've ever hit with my car was a poor turkey darting out into the road on Rt. 43. It ruined my day.

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  3. Indeed. Ever since then, I think they look at me funny.

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  4. Ben franklin wanted turkeys to be the symbol of America... just keep that in mind.

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