Not-So-Quick-Chick
There was a chicken, lovely in her wings,
more beautiful than other feathered things.
Her eggs were plentiful, and Farmer Brown
crowed of his pullet all around the town.
The rumor spread, until it reached the ears
of Colonel Sanders. Next thing, he appears,
pays Farmer Brown a million for the bird
(no chicken feed!). The deal is overheard
by, yep, the would-be victim of the sale,
the Judas-like betrayal. In great detail
she hatched a plan: she’d leave her safe abode,
wait for the cars to pass, then cross the road!
She’d go and live with Farmer Green who owned
a dairy farm. It could not be postponed;
so with the panting Colonel at her heels,
the chicken made her move. The tire squeals
were horrifying! O the price she paid
for trying to escape the chicken-trade!
The Colonel took his money and he left
a broken Farmer Brown, contrite, bereft.
Too late he’d realized his foul mistake;
for years he’d toss and turn, he’d lie awake,
his bitter tears enough to fill an ocean.
The moral: Don’t put poultry in motion.
[This message has been edited by C. Chandler-Oliveira (edited September 22, 2006).]
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