Willie and the Chicken Coop

Willie and the Chicken Coop

A Poem by All 2 Silly
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Another silly one

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WILLIE AND THE CHICKEN COOP

 

His nose began to wiggle
as he went into the coop
because he was allergic to
the feathers and the poop.
The room was filled with chickens
from the bottom to the top
which triggered a reaction-
there was no way he could stop.
A roaring sneeze by Willie
gave the chickens such a scare,
collectively they rose right up
and flew into the air.
Thinking that some kind of hawk
had dropped in for a snack
in unison the bunch of them
began to blow it's stack.
Believing they would end up as
somebody elses food,
several hundred chickens
all at once became unglued.
Willie, sensing danger,
broke into such a sweat
that feathers which were flying
stuck to Willie who was wet.
Deciding best to exit,
no ifs or ands or buts,
he planned to make a pathway
through the chickens going nuts.
So Willie made a beeline
to the nearest exit door
and with him went the feathers
like an overcoat he wore
running round the corner
ran smack into his wife
who thought a giant chicken
was about to take her life.
Instinctively she countered and
she hit him with her hoe-
a mighty whack upon the foot
and took off half his toe.
Willie kicked his leg up
with a hollar as it bled
and started doing cartwheels
round the milkhouse and the shed,
flapping arms and whooping
with a bunch of 'oohs" and "ows"
headed for the field
near a pasture full of cows.
Shouting loud and squawking,
he starts to pick up speed,
cows that saw him jumped the fence
and started a stampede.
Will continued flipping
through a field full of hay
where hunters were awaiting
for some birds to come their way.
When they spotted Willie,
the thought of one and all
was- what a dandy trophy
to be put upon the wall!
In unison they fired
loaded up and shot again
continuing till satisfied
that each had bagged the 'hen'.
But when the guns grew silent
and the all the smoke had cleared,
feather-covered Willie
had completely disappeared.
For all the hunter's efforts
there was nothing left to show
except a couple feathers and
a part of one big toe.

How such events can happen
I can sure appreciate-
starting first as nothing
and begin to escalate.
So keep your wits about you.
Try not to lose your cool
or end up feeling stupid
and be looking like a fool.

 

© 2011 All 2 Silly


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