A Peta Thanksgiving

Free range kitchen; cherished pets all around In adjoining rooms animistic shrines abound No clucking, cackling pens we'll hound But residual carcases we'll gladly impound  A docile harvest plucked from the ground No pork butts, rump roasts, filets to astound Only our bleating hearts with consciences tightly wound Thankfully a Speckled goose cannot be bound With spindly greens our pristine figures we'll round With a large caldron of bloody beets our carniverous friends confound Replace the Carolina turkey with a tofu gam No Picnic ham only Vegetarian Spam Cancel the Giblet gravy; with spicy curry our imitations drown  A hearty Lentil soup; bouillon not a gram