By Jeeni Criscenzo
A Chicken Carol
It was the week before Christmas
and all through the house
there wasn’t a sound
‘cept for that damn mouse.
Then out in the garden
there arose such a clatter,
I shuffled out in my bathrobe
to see what was the matter!
And what to my dismay
did I see in the lettuce bed,
but all of our salad greens
dug up and dead.
I put on my thinking cap
to determine who was it,
who could fit in that small gap,
to both enter and exit.
I considered a raccoon
but there wasn’t enough room,
a bunny can’t climb up
a snake wouldn’t dig up.
The thought of a coyote
eating lettuce is just silly,
and I haven’t seen ground squirrels
since the weather got chilly,
A rat could have done it,
but the perp left a poop!
Nope, it wasn’t a rat
I now knew the scoop!
With evidence so obvious
a chicken would have to confess to this,
for scratching and digging up
my ruined bed of dead lettuce.
I gathered the suspects,
and when they were all lined up,
I assured them I’d be lenient
if the guilty chick ‘fessed up.
Now, Lucy and Ethel, I know you’re too big.
India and Bebe can’t fly worth a fig.
Chicana could do it, but somehow I knew
The most likely suspect
was little Cashew.
Then what to my wondering ears should I hear
a miniature cluck-clucking in words barely clear.
“I was just helping with weeding
and eating bugs, snails and such as.
I never meant to cause
such a big Christmas ruckus.”
So I gave little Cashew
a pardon for Christmas.
Grumbling and mumbling
‘bout planting more lettuce.
Then I heard Cashew mutter,
as she marched back to her coop,
“Thanks, I’ll lay you an Easter egg,
and next time,
I’ll be sure not to poop!”
Editor Note: This article was originally published on December 24, 2017
Haha! Very clever, Jeeni. Happy holidays.
Absolute fun and clever! No chickens in your pot I hope! :)