By the time most of you
\nRead this little poem
\nArmies of turkey’s
\nwould have lost their fight
\nAll their feathers ripped
\nout by the butchers
\nDecapitated too so let’s invite<\/p>\n
Everybody in the great big family
\nTo roast this poor dead soul and wait until
\nIt’s body is all shrivelled cooked and ready
\nThen pour over it some juices let them spill<\/p>\n
This we call a Yuletide celebration
\nDeath for all these innocent souls so we
\nCan thrust all their dead bodies into our
\nIntestines and
\nTell each other we are so happy<\/p>\n
Lots of suet pudding custard milk and cream
\nMore death from the ungulates
\nLife is but a dream<\/p>\n
To all my vegan warrior friends
\nWho fight the good fight ,I
\nWish you all the best of health
\nFor ON me, you can rely
\nWe have to carry on the fight
\nWhatever others do
\nThe carnage would have been greater
\nStill without the likes of you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
By the time most of you Read this little poem Armies of turkey’s would have lost their fight All their feathers ripped out by the butchers Decapitated too so let’s invite Everybody in the great big family To roast this … Continue reading