Dear America

Next week is Thanksgiving

And I believe words that rhyme

Should have similar meanings, but

English language professionals won’t listen to me.

Even though cobble and gobble share five letters

They have little in common.

To push my false belief and narrative

I am forced to run for President in 2024.

The Russians and Saudis will fund my campaign.

The story goes like this.

Once upon a time, the Pilgrims were starving

So they ate all their repair and fixit men and used

Frozen turkeys to replace missing paving stones in their roads.

The next Spring, when the birds thawed, it smelled so bad

They were forced to steal more land from the Indians.

White men did not begin using stones to rebuild streets

Until they had wiped out most of the original inhabitants

And stole California from the Mexicans.

My campaign slogan will be: Make America Gobble Again

And you can do your part to prevent global warming

By recycling those ugly red hats.

11-15-22