Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
 Christmas dinner's dark and blue
 When you stop and try to see it
 From the turkey's point of view.

 Sunday dinner isn't sunny
 Easter feasts are just bad luck
 When you see it from the viewpoint
 Of a chicken or a duck.

 Oh how I once loved tuna salad
 Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
 'Til I stopped and looked at dinner
 From the dinner's point of view.

I don’t mean to rain on Vijay’s parade (see Poem #1461). In all honesty, I love good food too! But I could not resist sending this one out as a cheeky retort to Vijay’s submission. Trust Shel to give perspective to the other side. The poem is humorous but the point he gets across is deep and somber! Remember “The little boy and the old man” also by Shel Silverstein (Poem #996)? That’s another classic example of Shel giving the “other” point of view.

— Salima