Write about a holiday meal from the point of view of the turkey.
They gathered around me and chopped off my head
They ripped out my feathers and filled me with bread
Into the oven, I now go
Slathered in butter and cilantro
Baking in the oven for half a day
While they are free to laugh and play
Moved to the table, I see the knife
Held by the farmer’s pretty wife
I faint, glad I won’t feel
As I become a Thanksgiving meal.