Ode to the Rubber Chicken

You lay on the floor, unmoving and decapitated.

The yellow color of your beak is worn,

Exposing your bare plastic.

 

You protruding, plastic wings offer no chance of flight -

Deep holes have penetrated your body,

But your painted smile seems oblivious to the injuries.

 

Just as I wonder what you could have done to deserve this,

The four-legged answer comes bounding in

With the jingle of a metal collar.

 

Dead as I thought you were, I am proven wrong,

As your high-pitched squeak begs release

From the fangs of the tail-wagging perpetrator. 

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Beyond the "first word typo" in S2, this is delightful. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

[thenakedverse]

hahah yes, thank you... i noticed that and was embarrassed. im usually a stickler for that sort of thing!

[Kaylor Mason]

LOL!

[icelandicblue]

LOL- this made me smile.

[Beccy]

Really enjoyed this. You gave such depth to that poor little toy chicken that my heart went out to it.

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this brought a smile...and speaking of chickens...mmm, this brought me back to Vermont.

when i was a kid and we spent summers up there, i used to help Norman Gutterson slaughter the chickens...and i would watch them run around in circles after we cut the heads off...still strange to think about...

they weren't rubber either.

jacob

[Emily]

Very funny! It's a nice breath of light-hearted fresh air. This definitely made me smile! It's quirky but fitting. Thanks for sharing the fun!

[kelvin]

good description on something with so many scars you would think its dead but yet when under attack it still screams out in pain release me

[Frieda P]

hahah cute...made me smile :D

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. The surprise ending was very good. Use of animals can always make a good poem. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote