OK, how about a Thanksgiving tale of nonsensical proportions?
Hold on to your wits. Here goes.
'Twas the Nightmare Before Thanksgiving
By Rattus Scribus© 24 November 2009
'Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the land,
every turkey was afraid ending up a meal plan.
The dinner table was arranged with the greatest of care,
but mysteriously not a turkey was found anywhere.
The mother was embarrassed, the father nonplussed;
the children began to complain and to cuss.
The turkey, meanwhile, was partying up,
for avoiding becoming this Thanksgiving's sup.
But then it decided: "Enough is enough!"
And armed to the beak it stormed the house rough.
The chairs it upturned, the china it shattered.
We flew down the stairs to see what was the matter.
Then what to our wondering eyes should appear,
but a crazy-eyed turkey with not one shred of fear.
Its beard, snood and dewlap were grotesque rubbery folds;
its razor-sharp spurs were a dread to behold.
Like lightning it turned when we all at once squealed,
and looked at us, drooling, as if we were the meal.
We tore open the shutters and flew out the window,
and landed like rags on the stones far below.
But we shut out the pain and fled down the dirt track,
that Thanksgiving nightmare shouting, "Don't even look back!"
So I share this tale truly from my heart to thine.
Become vegetarian while you still have the time.