Ode to the Feathered Lady
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1 min readNov 23, 2017
She did not choose to risk it,
Nor was she pardoned,
by hungry hearts hardened.
A martyred brisket,
sacrificed for Thanksgiving,
but she’d rather be gobbling.
Unwilling symbol of gratitude,
we thank you with our hungry attitude,
Now please, can someone pass me a biscuit?
Lest we forget her…
Patsy, Thanksgiving 2017
