To A Chicken

 

Now chicken we had seen you grow:
A ball of yellow fluff
So soon became a full-sized chook,
And did chooks' usual stuff.

You cackled loud and raucously
When ever you laid eggs,
And proudly strutted 'round the yard
On yellow stick-like legs.

Alas, there came a fateful day
Which brought your sad downfall.
Those stick-like legs weren't strong enough
To kick a soccer ball.

Although we knew you very well
You were but just a chook;
I made some alterations then,
And gave you to the cook.

The eggs you gave were wonderful–
Performed your best almost;
Were useless with a soccer ball,
But brilliant in a roast!

© Tom Chapman 2010