THE CONGRESS OF THE UNCOOKED
"Order, order!" the turkey cried
From the seat labeled number one
"We roasted birds must have our say
Afore we all are done!"
"How came we here, in such a state
Peacock, goose, and the rest
Beheaded gutted, lightly braised
And sold by wing and breast?"
"A base canard!" exclaimed the chicken
With a most accusing cluck
"I know for sure the one to blame
Is in seat four - the duck!"
"Listen, hear me!" from seat seven
Came a mournful sound
But alas the plea of the Guinea hen
Was overwhelmed by noise and drowned
And so it goes, the nightly forum
Of assembled poultry meats
Each night unable to find concensus
The next day "Bob's Good Eats!"
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