My Uncle Irv
My uncle was a vegan
Back before that was a word.
As kids, we always found
His eating habits quite absurd.
His veggies he refused to cut
So there upon his plate
Were carrots, leaves and peppers –
We could really not relate.
Especially because that meal
Was on Thanksgiving Day.
We stuffed our faces, laughing at
His colorful display.
If he were still alive today
He wouldn’t seem so odd,
Though I’m sure the turkeys way back then
Considered him a god.
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