Chicken Genocide On Christmas

Today some chickens will crow for the last time Some will come to roost and meet their demise The ruthless butchery is about to begin Fowls are timid as the slaughterers grin Sharpened knives wait on chopping boards Sizzly oil await in the cooking pots A world-wide genocide of the chickens An epidemic of chicken flavour in the kitchens Dismembered chickens turned into luscious hot plates Mouth-watery are the ravenous partakers with appetites to sate All ready to dig their canines into steaks Plates will be clawed and bones will break The bloodshed forgotten, it is all gravy A chickenapolyse always comes yummy A day like today always tastes like chicken It is a delicious Christmas again