Ostracized Meat
by Rachel Hoyt
Oh ostrich, don't hate me,
but I've had an itch lately
for your feathers and leathers,
but my tastebuds won't teather
that with love for your meat -
lean red meat I won't eat!
Yet ostrich, I'm sorry,
to decorate Safari
I will need your plumes and hide,
Though I desire to sustainably abide...
And I bet if you were truthful,
you would wish to feel more useful.
Oh ostrich, I wish,
you were the main dish,
on some scoundrel's plate
so I could blame your fate
on carnivore's taste
and the need to not waste.
Ostrich, can't you see
unintentionally freed
you from tastebud greed
with onomotopea...
Yet are you thankful we don't eat ya?
© 2012
Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved
Not poultry or game but currently classified the same,
I wonder if we will ever prefer ostrich to turkey?
I think I would rather give up feathers and leathers
than eat the gorgeous birds for whom I wrote these silly words.
Read more rhymes by Rachel at her column, Clickety Clack -
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