Turkey Dinner

They gathered around me and chopped off my head,

They ripped out my feathers and filled me with bread.

Into the oven, I now go,

Slathered in butter and cilantro.

Baking in the oven for half a day,

While they are free to laugh and play.

Moved to the table, I see the knife,

Held by the farmer’s pretty wife.

I faint, glad I won’t feel,

As I become a Thanksgiving meal.

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