1 period – Grade 12
15 November 2012
The mouthwatering smell of a homemade Thanksgiving dinner fills the air. Every room in the house is intoxicated with this sensationally delicious thanksgiving aroma. When dinner is called upon, the shuffling footsteps of my famine family can be heard miles from the house. As we all are gathered around the long, rectangular oak wood table, covered in a crème colored cloth, a sudden warm, content feeling is felt. The lighting is dim to nothing. Although there are several lengthy candles lit, it is the presence of each other’s faces that light the dining room.
Once grace is said, the feast finally begins. Several long tables consist of various dishes; Italians do it big. No one cubic inch of table is left empty. In the center of the table is the large turkey. It is the size of four footballs, an awfully big, bulky, bird. Surrounding the turkey, like the planets orbiting the sun, are diverse dishes. When all of a sudden the turkey begins to speak; the turkey says,” It's the time of year, we turkeys do detest
When we're the victims of the evil Thanksgiving fest
Tofu, spinach, beans, don't they sound better?
Yams, cranberries, walnuts, olden aged cheddar?
Than some harmless old birdies that can't even fly?
Eat us? How could you find the heart to try?
Why would you murder us without a care?
Don't you know it hurts getting stuffed from down there?
Vegan, vegetarian, oh what lovely words
Herbivore humans make for much happier birds?
And while we are talking of our turkey rights
there is another injustice we would like to fight
what’s with making fun of our gobbles?
Saying that they bobble and constantly wobble
Some fleshy human's chins also jiggle and hang down
That you'd make fun of ours is especially profound
Our squawks are noble, our gobbles protrude proudly
There's no reason you shouldn't think of us fondly
Instead of turkeys for Thanksgiving, try something nice