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
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