A Fowl Christmas.
We’d all settled in, on that dark Christmas night,
When a clatter so loud, on the roof, gave me fright,
I said to my wife go out and to look,
She said I was crazy and kept reading her book,
She layed on the bed in her red christmas gown,
I could tell she was serious by the look of her frown;
I pulled on my slippers, tripped, and fell down,
My wife stood there giggling, like watching a clown,
I climbed to my feet and rubbed my sore hiney,
My wife scoffed at the bruise as she said it was tiny;
So I ran out the door with my wife close behind,
The source of the noise, we both hoped we’d find,
I shivererd and shook as I looked all around,
I looked at my wife and said nothing had been found;
She replied I was silly, hearing the limbs of a pine,
I couldn’t argue much for I’d had a bit of the wine,
The festive season was beginning to take hold,
I looked at my wife and considered being bold;
Ma looks real festive in that gown, I was thinkin,
When I looked on the roof……….It was the Christmas Chicken!!
His feathers they flew as he pecked on the roof,
He went down the chimney and up came a POOF!
I’d built us a fire to hold back the cold,
but the christmas chicken, wasn’t smart nor too old,
His bag with our presents was cooked to a cinder,
but we made out ok, with a big chicken dinner.
Merry Christmas everyone! I’m obviously not a poet, but I hope this helped you smile.