THE OLD CHICKEN COUP

There she stood with tears rolling down her face and cheeks Looking downward – such innocence – mild and meek Her first trip to the slaughter house was no joke Proved to be a one-sick hoax! Slowly but surely – she told us the story Leaving out NOT the gory! “I was asked by dad To join him fast To pick out a chicken “O Good Riddens! At last – no fret I’m picking out my very first pet!” Is what I thought When my breath I caught! So, with joy in my heart, And exuberant glee at start I singled out the healthiest plump! The attendant let out a little grunt Roughly taking the chicken outback She grunted sternly: ‘Wait Right here…I’ll be right back!’ With one quick twist Of her hand and wrist The chicken’s neck she snapped in half. Mortified I stood on the chicken’s behalf! Speechless, I stood - so panic-stricken Horrified and mortified because of the chicken! With no further delay To my dismay I was handed a bag While the attendant let out a mischievous laugh! From this day forward, I shall live to fret Of what occurred to my chicken-pet And live forever with my regret Of visiting the Old Chicken Coup All for mom’s LIVE Chicken Soup…?