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Turkey Blues
I met a turkey the other day
While on my daily walk.
Strange to say, his name was Tom;
And stranger, he could talk!
He wasn't in the greatest mood;
In fact, he looked downhearted.
"Feeling the holiday blues?" I asked.
He said, "Don't get me started.
"You would also be depressed
If you were a turkey
And people saw you as a meal
Or turned you into jerky."
He paused; "By any chance are you
A butcher or a grocer?
For if you are, you are NOT
Getting any closer."
I said, "No way!" to ease his mind.
"You don't have to worry."
When he tried to walk away,
I asked, "Now what's your hurry?"
"You know," he answered, "I'm in hiding--
At least until Thanksgiving.
To have to spend your days like this
Is not what I call living.
"Why are we the chosen ones
To grace your silly table?
It turns us into basket cases--
Neurotic and unstable.
"And don't say 'But your sacrifice:
Consider it an honor.'
I would rather live out my dreams
Instead of being a goner.
"Why not switch to tofu turkey?
They say it's not so bad.
You'd save a lot of lives and make
Many turkeys glad."
Giving him a chance to vent
Seemed to lift his mood.
I tried to be empathetic
And NOT see him as food.
Then he said, "You're going to think
That I'm a nasty fella,
But I think that it's super cool
When folks get salmonella.
"Sorry, but that happens to be
The ONE way that
We can get back at all of you;
I call it tit for tat.
But really, I must dash," he said,
And so I wished him well.
He waddled off to some safe place
As far as I could tell.
It really made me stop and think--
This unexpected meeting--
Whether I fully appreciate
The many things I'm eating.
My hope this year is simple: May
THIS one guy at least,
NOT be on the table when
I eat my holiday feast.
(11-20-15)
While on my daily walk.
Strange to say, his name was Tom;
And stranger, he could talk!
He wasn't in the greatest mood;
In fact, he looked downhearted.
"Feeling the holiday blues?" I asked.
He said, "Don't get me started.
"You would also be depressed
If you were a turkey
And people saw you as a meal
Or turned you into jerky."
He paused; "By any chance are you
A butcher or a grocer?
For if you are, you are NOT
Getting any closer."
I said, "No way!" to ease his mind.
"You don't have to worry."
When he tried to walk away,
I asked, "Now what's your hurry?"
"You know," he answered, "I'm in hiding--
At least until Thanksgiving.
To have to spend your days like this
Is not what I call living.
"Why are we the chosen ones
To grace your silly table?
It turns us into basket cases--
Neurotic and unstable.
"And don't say 'But your sacrifice:
Consider it an honor.'
I would rather live out my dreams
Instead of being a goner.
"Why not switch to tofu turkey?
They say it's not so bad.
You'd save a lot of lives and make
Many turkeys glad."
Giving him a chance to vent
Seemed to lift his mood.
I tried to be empathetic
And NOT see him as food.
Then he said, "You're going to think
That I'm a nasty fella,
But I think that it's super cool
When folks get salmonella.
"Sorry, but that happens to be
The ONE way that
We can get back at all of you;
I call it tit for tat.
But really, I must dash," he said,
And so I wished him well.
He waddled off to some safe place
As far as I could tell.
It really made me stop and think--
This unexpected meeting--
Whether I fully appreciate
The many things I'm eating.
My hope this year is simple: May
THIS one guy at least,
NOT be on the table when
I eat my holiday feast.
(11-20-15)
