Poem: You are What You Eat Pumpkin pie, tasty and sweet, a yummy thing to eat. Turkey, a delicious bird, that is what to be heard. Filled with stuffing to the brim, the death of the turkey was quite grim. A family, sitting at the table to eat, a delicious feast. Turkey or pumpkin pie, that is the question, or suggestion. But, as the family took a bite to eat, I thought a thought that was scary, but was necessary. A better way to celebrate this holiday, in a special way. What if, instead of an unhealthy turkey to eat, how about a different treat? After all, you are what you eat.
How did everyone like the poem? Please answer, I might add stuff to the poem if it is a REALLY good suggestion.
Thanks, I'm glad it made you hungry. The real reason I wrote the poem is to tell people what I think about Thanksgiving, and how I think it would be better if turkey, pumpkin pie, and all the other unhealthy things about Thanksgiving were changed to something a little bit more healthier and better tasting, like tofurkey, for example. After all, it makes me feel bad to eat something that was treated and killed cruelly just for a holiday. Plus, Turkey and pumpkin pie are really fattening, you know.