A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably,

and unwittingly script vitality

and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years,

and nine months after February third 1621,
yet genesis of American November tradition

pronouncing Meleagris gallopavo domestico

sacrificial bird spurred them to revolt enmasse.

Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification

not emphasized the other three hundred

and sixty four days a year

question their role as consumed

end product of taxidermist,

gnome hatter clucks fie against industry where

when thanksgiving gobbledygook brouhaha

glib lets deified whereat

a countless range of turkeys sacrificed veer

rill lee with commendable,

gratuitous and laudatory plaudits

bequeathed to the cook,

who held as the grand umpire

calling bastes time to bring in the pitcher -

though such an action tends

tubby viewed as fowl, with tail feathers there

be fluttering in sync with shutterfly flapping

at least one angry bird

sent to the slaughterhouse -

whose peck within four square

foot locker enclosure

breeds base sill wrath bone,

which Birdseye view dispensed,

though tis grim fate

doth behoove turkeys to rear

up and protest their predestination

forbidding grim intuition

via special Turkish communication

from axe of cruelty,

the butcher will not deem queer

yet questions pop up why

this singular twenty four hour

Fitbit of time fosters the people

to summon beneficence,

and when whatsapp did appear
rent lee clinched this American custom

squawks back hundreds of years

sans "The First Thanksgiving,"

a spontaneous oscillometer
ocular venerated, feted,

and celebrated requisitioned,

when Governor William Bradford

organized a three-day long feast near
the tip of Cape Cod,

which was too far north

of intended destination.

One month later,

they made maximum headway

to Massachusetts Bay

celebrated Native Americans friends,

the year 1621 feasted

between Pilgrims and Wampanoag

at Plymouth Colony a green day
(know your enemy unsung)
arbitrarily chose spread of turkey,

waterfowl, venison, fish, lobster,

clams, berries, fruit, pumpkin,

and squash mebbe fish fillet
Thanksgiving, currently celebrated

on the fourth Thursday

in November by federal legislation

in 1941 recalling hooray,
or more particularly regaling

the maiden voyage 1620

viz a ship called the Mayflower

ambitiously disembarking stalked

by death and injury
from Plymouth, England

for the New World

after a difficult battle at sea

that lasted 66 days;

the 102 passengers roped a deejay,
which essentially doubled up as conductor,

and struck up psalm songs

for a guiding buoyant gull

they named Oak Kay
of the Mayflower landed near

and the Pilgrims began

to build a new home at Plymouth,

whence an annual tradition hay
begat by founding fathers and Mother Nature

incorporating some marketing spin,

thence United States

by presidential proclamation and fiat Gerry
rigged obeisance (essentially honoring

those brave hearts

that dared traverse

the Atlantic Ocean

without life jackets nor a whit,

they didst courageously ferry
themselves in a rickety craft

(where many perished at sea)

since 1863, and state legislation

since Founding Fathers donned gray
powdered wigs (served

to trumpet political stance)

forging fledgling colonies

slated crude establishments and primitive bidet
wrought forth from deep

within the bowels

of fecund fields broke ranks with Britain,

and pioneered United States array.