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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers mothers

A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years, 
and nine months after February third 1621,
yet genesis of American November tradition 
pronouncing Meleagris gallopavo domestico
sacrificial bird spurred them to revolt enmasse.

Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification
not emphasized the other three hundred 
and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed 
end product of taxidermist,
gnome hatter clucks fie against industry where
when thanksgiving gobbledygook brouhaha
glib lets deified whereat 
a countless range of turkeys sacrificed veer

rill lee with commendable, 
gratuitous and laudatory plaudits
bequeathed to the cook, 
who held as the grand umpire
calling bastes time to bring in the pitcher -
though such an action tends 
tubby viewed as fowl, with tail feathers there
be fluttering in sync with shutterfly flapping
at least one angry bird 

sent to the slaughterhouse -
whose peck within four square
foot locker enclosure 
breeds base sill wrath bone,
which Birdseye view dispensed, 
though tis grim fate
doth behoove turkeys to rear
up and protest their predestination
forbidding grim intuition

via special Turkish communication 
from axe of cruelty,
the butcher will not deem queer
yet questions pop up why 
this singular twenty four hour
Fitbit of time fosters the people 
to summon beneficence, 
and when whatsapp did appear
rent lee clinched this American custom 

squawks back hundreds of years
sans "The First Thanksgiving," 
a spontaneous oscillometer
ocular venerated, feted, 
and celebrated requisitioned,
when Governor William Bradford 
organized a three-day long feast near
the tip of Cape Cod, 
which was too far north 
of intended destination.

One month later, 
they made maximum headway 
to Massachusetts Bay
celebrated Native Americans friends, 
the year 1621 feasted
between Pilgrims and Wampanoag 
at Plymouth Colony a green day
(know your enemy unsung)
arbitrarily chose spread of turkey, 
waterfowl, venison, fish, lobster,

clams, berries, fruit, pumpkin, 
and squash mebbe fish fillet
Thanksgiving, currently celebrated 
on the fourth Thursday
in November by federal legislation 
in 1941 recalling hooray,
or more particularly regaling 
the maiden voyage 1620
viz a ship called the Mayflower
 
ambitiously disembarking stalked 
by death and injury
from Plymouth, England 
for the New World 
after a difficult battle at sea
that lasted 66 days; 
the 102 passengers roped a deejay, 
which essentially doubled up as conductor,
and struck up psalm songs

for a guiding buoyant gull 
they named Oak Kay
of the Mayflower landed near 
and the Pilgrims began
to build a new home at Plymouth,
whence an annual tradition hay
begat by founding fathers and Mother Nature
incorporating some marketing spin,
thence United States 

by presidential proclamation and fiat Gerry
rigged obeisance (essentially honoring
those brave hearts 
that dared traverse 
the Atlantic Ocean
without life jackets nor a whit, 
they didst courageously ferry
themselves in a rickety craft 
(where many perished at sea)

since 1863, and state legislation 
since Founding Fathers donned gray
powdered wigs (served 
to trumpet political stance)
forging fledgling colonies 
slated crude establishments and primitive bidet
wrought forth from deep 
within the bowels
of fecund fields broke ranks with Britain, 
and pioneered United States array.

Copyright © matthew harris

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