Soy To The World

 

I'm glad I'm not a turkey 

to grace your festive table,

or be turned into jerky 

to gnaw on when you're able.

Better far nuggets of soy

and benefits that they can bring,

and the proof that boy, oh, boy,

you can get used to anything.

So let us pour the gravy 

(yes, it is soy too);

so's ham (pigs shout, God save me!)

and we'll quaff when we are through 

tankards of the best soy beer;

aren't you glad you spent Thanksgiving here?

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is TRADE.

I've gone ahead and done the trade

of soy meat for the genuine,

and my wife says this has made

me something of a Frankenstein,

proselytizing far and wide

to anyone within my hearing

of a rising lethal tide

in a way that's not endearing,

shouting of the coming day

when the cows and chickens rise

to conquer and to make us pay

for our arrogant surmise

that retribution would not come,

thinking animals were dumb.

Sylvia will be not countenance soy ice cream.