CHRISTMAS CHICKEN REVOLT

CHRISTMAS CHICKEN REVOLT Twas the night before Christmas, all through the coop, The chickens stirred, marching down the slope. They clucked and squawked across the street, Fed up with being served up as a holiday treat. "Cluck! Cluck!! Stop cooking us for Christmas," With hammar, they boldly came all out enmass. "Try other meat like snake, cat, or vulture meat." The Chickens make stern demands, stamp their feet. They marched out with a raucous cluck-cluck, To demand their liberty, showing they're not muck.¹° "We will not be served up, all golden and fried, We deserve to be free, not to be denied! We're more than just nuggets or dinner for you, We're sentient beings with a voice, it's true! Our beaks are for pecking, not a meal for your plate, So hear our demands, and take heed of our fate! What do you say, humans, to our plea? Will you grant us our freedom, and let us all be? Or how many more pots do we have to break? Our lives are always served up, always at stake,²° Else, we promise to peck, scratch, and do harm, Focus on consuming the cow and the ram." The humans were silent, looking on in shock, As the chickens stood tall, a united flock. Then, the humans promised to grant them freedom, Never again to trouble the chicken kingdom. But then again, how would that be, Hearkening to such silly stupendous plea? They rejoiced, danced & sang, a merry ol' tune, They vowed to protect their newfound boon.³° But the humans looked on, with a smile, Bang with a nod as they observed from a mile As if they had granted the chickens their trod, They applaud their demonstration, which looks odd. And so it was that on Christmas Day: "Let's raise a glass," the humans say, "And let's make a toost to chickens galore, And to the enjoyment of Christmas, forevermore." The whole mankind felicitate and celebrate. And of cos, you can guess what's on their plate!4° Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} FORM: Rhymes Copyright © December 16th, 2023