A vegan’s rant for Christmas

The Carnists are at work in advertising
Hoping above all else that their spoils
the flesh and blood, the muscle and the tussle
The liver giver, kidneys, hearts and oils
The Turkey millions slaughtered in a moment
Despatched to somewhere else where souls can gain
The Geese their fat is torn from them
their bodies liposuctioned harvesting what some call the rich fat vein
It kind of clogged the organs of the the departed, and that was that
But now its sold as a great thing to cook spuds in
Crispy crunchy incredibly tasty fayre
a little twist of refined salt and possibly some refined malt
cholesterol rich, and something all can share
Beef fat in the puddings
Beef fat in the pies
Goose fat with the potatoes
Don’t they realise
Force meat normally pigs cheek
stuffed up the turkeys arse
And poor old mum half kills herself
to make it taste 1st classShe’s been out in that kitchen
Half the bleeding day
Boiling the sprouts that once were green
until they have turned grey
The cream whipped from the baby calf
who was slaughtered on the spot
and whipped off to the renderers to be
put in the pet pot
She scorched her eyebrows setting light
to the cognac on the pud
and the custards all gone lumpy
which dad said isn’t good
I feel sorry for the animals
involved in Christmas Day
and feel sorry for the mothers
who have to make it pay.