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.



  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.

  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.

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

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