Very Well Then

At Thanksgiving Dinner with Brother 3, you have to sing for your Thanksgiving dinner.  Or perhaps read a poem.  The weekend before Thanksgiving Brother 3 and wife give “assignments” to their guests, with the homework read/performed out loud between dinner and dessert.  A few years back, I came up with the poem below (I’m sure the “assignment” asked for something Dr. Suess-ian).   A few touch-ups and it’s ready for a November posting.  

 

It’s Better Than Turkey

Copyright 2008

At the International Order of Odd Fellow Turkeys

Gathered two hundred Toms, nervous and quirky.

It was Thanksgiving Season, the time of the slaughter

Where every Tom had lost a son or a daughter.

They told horror stories of where stuffing got stuffed

“How do we stop it?” one of them huffed.

“Petition the president”, “Incite a riot”

Then somebody yelled “Everyone, Quiet!”

It was Murky the Turkey who stepped out of the fray

All cool and collected with his new MBA.

“It’s a modern world,” he said, ” and until legislation passes,

We need the power of the media to save all our – tail feathers.”

You may need an economics degree to understand why

But if we lower the demand, we save us, the supply.

So Murky set up the projector and set up the screen

And rolled the slickest infomercial these Toms had ever seen.

 

[roll projector]

[cue music]

America, America consider your choices

America, America please hear our voices.

You have beef, you have chicken, you have duck, you have goose.

You have quail, you have venison, you have elk, you have moose.

I don’t give a damn if you lamb, ham, a clam or spam.

Pork is renowned for being so sweet

So eat, eat the other white meat.

You have steak, you have burgers, you have liver, you have jerky

All of it, It’s better than turkey!

It’s better than turkey.

 

The Indians gave that first Thanksgiving treat

Honor their spirit: eat buffalo meat.

Start the countdown to Christmas from truelove to thee

Eat roasted partridge from a roasted pear tree.

If you’re so hungry you could eat a horse, then of course, eat a horse.

It’s been 400 years since Standish and Squanto

Eat back-bacon by god like they do in Toronto.

Or eat posada like your amigos down in Albuquerque

Si, It’s better than turkey

It’s better than turkey.

 

Just don’t chop our heads off with an axe.

Don’t freeze us and thaw us, that’s all we ask.

Don’t pluck our feathers, we don’t look good naked.

Treat us like cows in India, you know: sacred.

How now, brown cow. Aren’t we holier than thou?

Can’t we all just get along

Can’t we hold hands and sing a song

and eat Tofu and sprouts like your friends out in Berkley

Dude, It’s better than turkey

It’s better than turkey.

[end projector]

In the Odd Fellow Hall, the Odd Toms were all flapping

The idea had merit, they all stood up clapping.

They pledged money for air time and called it a night,

But one Tom was heard on his way out of sight,

“I  hope that it works, but I’m kind of suspicious

Vanity may be insanity, but I know I’m delicious.”