Chicken Snit

The cute little chick found in the nest was sat upon you know the rest. Soon it was a big old bird,
that crossed the road, or so we’ve heard.
It pecked and clucked and flapped about
till all the neighbors began to shout. It chased the dog, ignored the cat and left a splot on Dad’s new hat.
In short it was an awful bother
so what mom did, was get a nother.
It woke us all before the dawn, raising some ruckus out on the lawn. Soon new eggs were laid, began to hatch.
In no time at all we had a batch.
The road was crossed, and crossed again.
Who knew the reason, or why it began.
The rooster crowed, proud of his works,
new roosters growed, the little jerks.
More chicks, more hens, more than we could count.
Dad said, dear, we need to sort this out.
But mom, we know she loved them all,
big foghorn leghorn and banty small.
The neighborhood was in a snit, they made some calls, took out a writ.
But mom thought it was just a snore,
called up a farm and ordered more. The law was plain, chickens were allowed,
the flock grew larger, she was quite proud.
Eggs we had, lots and plenty,
we gave em away, there were still too many.
More hatched, more grew, more pecked and strutted,
complaints were made, heads were butted.
Chickens crossed the road, sat on our cars,
fouled all Dad’s hats, crowed loud all hours.
Dad he was a patient man,
he loved our mom, whatever she planned.
He forgave the chickens his cars and hat, but the final straw was his new welcome mat.
One morning he stepped out, and on an egg,
along with the hen, and twisted his leg.
He got a chicken funnel, and whetted a blade,
gave it to mom, asked that dinner be made.
Well an omlet or scrambles, she found really quite easy,
but the funnel and cutlery had her feel a bit queasy.
That was the start of the end of the chicken episodes,
mom gave them all away, and bought a couple of goats.