Every year at Thanksgiving, the fifth graders at our school have to invent a turkey character (most boys do a spin on their favorite football player or superhero), dress it up as an art project, and write a poem about their turkey. So, in honor of the fifth grade tradition, I decided to have my fifth grader as my guest blogger.
Of course, he lost the cut-out of the turkey he’s supposed to use for the art part of the project, so he’ll be scrambling tomorrow night to cut out a tie-dye turkey shirt…..
…but given my teenager wants to register Republican, it’s kind of nice to have a hippy, social justice, protestor type in the family at the gates of the White House. Even if it is a turkey.
I’m a Protesting Turkey
I do not want to live in disguise
Or end up in somebody’s pies.
The Thanksgiving feast is like a beast
So, I left the farm and traveled east.
I’m at the White House making a fuss.
To get here, I took a bus.
But people make fusses on busses.
So, I took a train
but it was a pain.
It took me nine hours to get this far
Not including my stop at the bar
Where they tried to bake me
But they couldn’t take me.
So here I am at the White House gates
Protesting turkeys’ fates.