Orcs' Thanksgiving Poem by Ima Ryma

A family of Orcs we be.
Thanksgiving we do celebrate.
Of course watch football on T.V.
A sumptuous dinner does await,
Which the Missus and daughters fix,
As the Orcs guys sniff the good smell,
With gnashing fangs and lips of licks,
All of us as happy as hell.
For the meal's main course, we Orcs do
Not prefer turkey, ham or goose,
But choose a meat we're more into,
Always a victim we produce.

This morn we grabbed a lost boy, fresh,
And now to feast on human flesh.