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Headless Chicken Serves Two

HEADLESS CHICKEN SERVES TWO 

My son and his wife wanted fresh eggs so built a chicken run,
Always into something different that proved productive and fun,
They bought 4 rescue chickens, that each laid an egg a day,
One got brave, stuck head out of fence in an awkward way,
Next day they saw a headless hapless chicken in the pen,
Psychologist's prognosis chicken suicidal, make soup of hen.

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2020/4/13

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Christopher Flaherty

August 22, 2020 at 2:41 PM

Brillant Jen Another outside the box example or piece of creative writing from you. Or was it not so much a case of suicide or unfortunate looser playing a game of russian roulette nandos extra hot peri braai flatie. XXxX

Robert L. Hinshaw

April 21, 2020 at 7:27 PM

What a delightful and witty write, Jenn! Thoroughly enjoyed - another wonderful verse from your very versatile quill. Glad you enjoyed the further escapades of hapless Cletus O'Toole. Stay safe - Bob

M. L. Kiser

April 17, 2020 at 3:19 PM

Ooh, that must've smarted! Good luck in the contest.

Jennifer Proxenos

April 20, 2020 at 7:09 AM

Silly chicken, no brain, no pain - the size of a split pea! Well a free dinner and a yummy soup is always welcome. Thanks for the comment MLK - keep well and safe my friend! Blessings, Jennifer.

Richard Lamoureux

April 15, 2020 at 9:15 AM

Oh my. All my chickens suicides are assisted. Thanks for the chuckles.

Jennifer Proxenos

April 17, 2020 at 2:16 AM

So right - if they weren't we would never be able to eat the Woolworth's plump tasty chickens again. Glad I made you chuckle! Blessings my friend Richard - keep safe. Jennifer.

Joseph May

April 14, 2020 at 7:40 PM

Hope the necks one keeps his neck in..:)

Jennifer Proxenos

April 17, 2020 at 2:13 AM

Hope so too Joseph otherwise she will also land in the pot. Blessings be safe my friend. Jennifer.

Jc Hawkens

April 14, 2020 at 5:07 PM

LOL, how was the soup? Why did the chicken stick his head in the fence? For probably the same reason, they cross the road. Wonderful poem. I hope all is well. JC Hawkens

Jennifer Proxenos

April 17, 2020 at 2:10 AM

Hi JC our son is Charles John so we call is CJ - your initials reversed - they first boiled it for the soup and then roasted it with potatoes. I'm pleased it made you laugh, we need to these days. I really like your comment, Blessings and be safe. Jennifer.

Kim Rodrigues

April 14, 2020 at 3:50 PM

Sometimes it’s not good to stick your neck out ;) Best to them next time!

Jennifer Proxenos

April 17, 2020 at 2:06 AM

You are so right Kim, if it doesn't kill you you will still have some sort of problem to manage. Clever comment. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Andrea Dietrich

April 14, 2020 at 3:49 PM

funny one, Jennifer. Hope you made this up!!!

Jennifer Proxenos

April 17, 2020 at 2:03 AM

Nope, the chicken was fine the evening before - my son gets up early, they have a big house and 5 labbies so he has to take the doggies out early - he saw the headless chicken, he with an honors from Wits University in Journalism and English and his wife A Doctor of Social Sciences and Literature, took the chicken plucked the feathers, cleaned, washed it thoroughly and made a roast of it for lunch! They thought that was the decent thing to do! It was fun writing it but I couldn't have donee - they are younger and going greener. Love and hugs Andrea, Jennifer.

Gershon Wolf

April 14, 2020 at 12:04 PM

Ha ha! From chicken soup to poetry soup! Smiles, Gershon

Jennifer Proxenos

April 15, 2020 at 7:49 AM

Hey my friend - you are sharp LOL, LOL. Blessings, Jennifer.

Sandra Adams

April 14, 2020 at 10:40 AM

aww poor chicken...my step sister raises chicken and turkey, and she always complains of how dumb the turkeys seem to be, guess chickens aren't much smarter... I could never eat what I raised... cute poem, best wishes in the contest... hugs and blessings

Jennifer Proxenos

April 15, 2020 at 7:48 AM

I remember my mum telling me a story about WW 11. They had a big garden at the back of their house(in Greece)and my mum was the one to always feed them. Well it was a war and food wasn't easy to get but they had a lot of chickens, therefore eggs and loads of flour for bread, they made it through the war with no food shortages, plus they had three fruit trees in the front yard My mom gave each chicken - one day my gran said to my mum just separate "Betina" we are going to have her tonight, and my mother couldn't eat a morsel. Thanks for the wishes Sandy - stay safe. blessings and hugs Jennifer

Judy Ball

April 14, 2020 at 5:41 AM

Awwww! Poor little chicky. But at least it wasn't a waste. I like chicken too. God Bless, JB

Jennifer Proxenos

April 14, 2020 at 10:05 AM

The psychologist confirmed that this chicken must have been suicidal - best it landed in a pot! Blessings, Jennifer

Vijay Pandit

April 13, 2020 at 4:36 PM

A fun read Jennifer..I am guessing the chicken knew her fate and was trying to escape..all the best!

Jennifer Proxenos

April 17, 2020 at 1:51 AM

Probably you are right, when she couldn,t bring her head back out of the fence! Thank-you for commenting Vijay, just a bit of fun. Blessings, Jennifer

Gordon Mcconnell

April 13, 2020 at 2:37 PM

Good pen Jennifer, rather amusing tale! Hope you're ok, keep well and safe,Blessings,Gordon

Jennifer Proxenos

April 14, 2020 at 6:57 AM

Thanks Gordon happy you found it amusing - keep safe and well - visited you page yesterday. Blessings, Jennifer.

Tom Cunningham

April 13, 2020 at 12:38 PM

Headless chicken, I suspect fowl play lol. Hope alls well Tom

Jennifer Proxenos

April 14, 2020 at 6:56 AM

Glad I gave you a laugh Tom they are rather partial to their chicks so think it was an accident in their favour. Instead of from the supermarket to the pot, fresher still from the garden to the pot! LOL- Blessings, Jenny