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The First Thanksgiving(This poem won 3rd place in the Bad Poetry category for the 2005 Literary Leo Awards) When the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock The native Americans had quite a shock, Seeing people with a skin so pasty Who could prepare a turkey that's quite tasty. The Pilgrims must have been opposed to the Indians apparent lack of clothes. I'm sure the Pilgrim elders are seething at the strange beliefs of these heathens. Still despite their differences, they ate together, Enjoying the fresh cool November weather. They each did their part making the meal; Hunting and cooking and partaking with zeal. Yet one can't help but wonder what Would be America if they kicked our butts?! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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