Chicken Strip

Chicken Strip

Watercolor pencil

she studied
tap
ballet
and
jazz
threw in some
modern too
but no one
hired chickens
she was hard
pressed
what to do
She met her friends
for lunch one day
and saw a chicken
dance for pay
the lightening was
quite soft and sweet
she sat entranced
and watched her feet
the dancer twirled
her fans
and spun
and everyone had
so much fun
a smile
crept across
her beak
she saw the future
she did seek
the owner
listened to
her tale
the jobs she
sought
to no avail
he hired her
right on the spot
she signed her name
next to the dot
she dances now
most everyday
and loves
her life
in every
way

**************************

GUEST POET: Melanie, http://wordifull.com/

I ain’t saying she’s gold digger
But she ain’t messing with no broke chicken
She too tired of scratchin’ out a livin’
with her tail feathers
& white meat on display

**************************

GUEST POET: http://laurie27wsmith.wordpress.com/

The chicken walked into the bar
she bore a heavy load,
I sidled up beside her
and said, ‘Why’d ya cross the road?’
She cast a glance at the barman
and let out a mighty cluck,
‘What do they call you handsome.’
I ruffled my feathers, ‘it’s Chuck.’
The barman slid a heavy glass
of lemonade and gin,
it stopped before the tired hen,
she gave a rueful grin.
She dipped her beak deep in the glass,
I certainly was impressed, she guzzled
down that wicked drink,
I thought, I’ll make a pass.
‘Now you’re a pretty Chickadee,’
I chortled, with a leer. ‘I thought a tough
old boiler would settle for a beer.’
A tiny tear fell from her eye and hung
off a silver feather,
she opened up her loaded sack,
now I certainly was a quiver.
I didn’t know what it enclosed
until she pulled a gun
and pointed it at my scarlet comb
and said, ‘Now listen son.
I’ve lived a life of hardship, of musty
corn and grit,
and this old spring chicken ain’t
taking anymore of it.
I worked my tail off on the Rio Grande,
smuggling large eggs over the border.
Now I work for the Colonel, bagging
big cockerels to order.
So finish your drink you handsome
chump and get ready to meet your maker.
By the look of those big tender thighs
you’ll be a Christmas baker.
A shot rang out, the feathers flew,
Big Red he was no more.
Spring Chicken dumped him in
her sack and waddled out the door.
The barman stood and watched her go,
his customers clucked in fright,
as Spring Chicken crossed the road again
disappearing in the night.*note here in Oz we call chickens, chooks. Hope you like it.

GUEST POET:http://laurie27wsmith.wordpress.com/
GLITTER GIRL
She came into the world like any other chook,
her mother was astounded, then took another look,
the other little balls of fluff were tottering and cheeping.
Glitter Girl was singing, dancing and roller skating.

Not for her the daily rounds of clucking, pecking
and scratching,
she’d been a busy little chick since her miraculous hatching.
The other fowl were not impressed,
By the makeup, bra and the way she dressed.
They felt she should leave her home,
because she lowered the chook house tone.

GG stood and waved goodbye,
she had to skate, chooks don’t fly.
Mother wept by the open gate,
her darling girl journeyed to her fate.

The road to stardom is long and tiring,
GG searched for those who were hiring
a chicken dancer of renown,
but she skated tiredly from town to town.

Sad and lonely, tired, depressed
GG resorted to getting undressed.
It was something she didn’t want to do,
and in that chilly bar, she caught bird flu.

The roosters came and watched the show
And an old Truckin Leghorn saw the glow,
that shone from GG’s watery eye.
Man, with this sweet chick, I’m goin to fly.

He offered her a lift, a life on the road,
she couldn’t see that the man was a toad.
He slipped the drugs into her tucker,
that mean and evil mother-trucker.

She went downhill, it’s sad to say,
to earn her corn she had to lay.
And tottering around on shaky legs
She supplied him with dozens of eggs.

While he grew rich and strutted the town,
GG had to get on down
and work and work till she couldn’t squawk
for AJ ‘Charlie’ Chicken Hawk.

Sweep the bar, mop the floor,
Serve the drinks, work the door.
Amongst this raucous, clucking din
GG drew the punters in.

But when she stood upon the stage
Cockerels and roosters of every age.
No matter what, the young and old
would watch the thrilling show unfold.
She tantalised the crowing crowd,
removing a tiny feather,
It didn’t matter anymore about the type of weather.
When the show had finished, midst the whistling and clucking,
AJ ‘Charlie’ Chicken Hawk thought she was ready for a plucking.

GG picked her feathers up and shoved them in a sack,
Took one look at Charlie and headed out the back.
Before the cheering finished and the curtains finally drawn
a goose bumped, naked GG went fluttering into the dawn.

The road to stardom is one of luck
And GG, our talented chook,
was spotted by a talent scout,
he saw her talent, it’s all stops out.

Now she dances for the ballet,
earning an honest fortnights pay.
But there are times without a doubt
when she brings her bra and roller skates out.

Then you’ll see her in some far off town,
this ballet dancer of renown.
Upon the stage she’ll sing and prance,
doing the stripper’s chicken dance.

Laurie Smith.

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23 Responses to Chicken Strip

  1. risinghawk says:

    LOL! Love it – but the chicken needs a name to really get me emotionally involved in her story 😉 And please tell me she didn’t do the chicken dance! Haha!

  2. Cubby says:

    I think you could easily make a terrific children’s book with your illustrations and poetry. Very fun and accessible and fun. Did I mention fun? 🙂

  3. Thank you AGAIN…More chickens to come..I’m so glad you like my illustrations…I’m on a roll and can’t stop painting them. Although I’m slowing down a bit, since they are taking over my life. LOL

  4. So cool…Glad to see Laurie join in the fun 🙂

    • laurie27wsmith says:

      Thank you, I now like chicken poems.

      • LOL…good. Thank you for getting involved. You sent me a “ping” but I’m not sure what it meant so if I’m supposed to do or say something I’m not sure what it is. LOLOLOL I know nothing about computers except the basics. so please forgive me if I haven’t done something. Thank you again for the poem.

      • laurie27wsmith says:

        I may have hit the ping when I copied your web address to use it on my blog. All you need to do is click ok or some such thing. I put the poem Spring chicken up as my midweek poem along with your link and Melanie’s, so you may get more traffic, I’m not sure. Anyway I gave you a wrap, you deserve it.
        Cheers
        Laurie.

      • Thank you so much. Very sweet thing to do:)

  5. bgbowers says:

    This is wonderful!
    Remember that children’s book I told you about, Gigi? The main character is a chicken called Little Red (named so because she is a little white battery hen with a single red feather.) Can I email it to you to read?

  6. Absolutely. I would LOVE that and if I think I can do the drawings I will let you know:)

  7. laurie27wsmith says:

    *note here in Oz we call chickens, chooks. Hope you like it.

    GLITTER GIRL
    She came into the world like any other chook,
    her mother was astounded, then took another look,
    the other little balls of fluff were tottering and cheeping.
    Glitter Girl was singing, dancing and roller skating.

    Not for her the daily rounds of clucking, pecking
    and scratching,
    she’d been a busy little chick since her miraculous hatching.
    The other fowl were not impressed,
    By the makeup, bra and the way she dressed.
    They felt she should leave her home,
    because she lowered the chook house tone.

    GG stood and waved goodbye,
    she had to skate, chooks don’t fly.
    Mother wept by the open gate,
    her darling girl journeyed to her fate.

    The road to stardom is long and tiring,
    GG searched for those who were hiring
    a chicken dancer of renown,
    but she skated tiredly from town to town.

    Sad and lonely, tired, depressed
    GG resorted to getting undressed.
    It was something she didn’t want to do,
    and in that chilly bar, she caught bird flu.

    The roosters came and watched the show
    And an old Truckin Leghorn saw the glow,
    that shone from GG’s watery eye.
    Man, with this sweet chick, I’m goin to fly.

    He offered her a lift, a life on the road,
    she couldn’t see that the man was a toad.
    He slipped the drugs into her tucker,
    that mean and evil mother-trucker.

    She went downhill, it’s sad to say,
    to earn her corn she had to lay.
    And tottering around on shaky legs
    She supplied him with dozens of eggs.

    While he grew rich and strutted the town,
    GG had to get on down
    and work and work till she couldn’t squawk
    for AJ ‘Charlie’ Chicken Hawk.

    Sweep the bar, mop the floor,
    Serve the drinks, work the door.
    Amongst this raucous, clucking din
    GG drew the punters in.

    But when she stood upon the stage
    Cockerels and roosters of every age.
    No matter what, the young and old
    would watch the thrilling show unfold.
    She tantalised the crowing crowd,
    removing a tiny feather,
    It didn’t matter anymore about the type of weather.
    When the show had finished, midst the whistling and clucking,
    AJ ‘Charlie’ Chicken Hawk thought she was ready for a plucking.

    GG picked her feathers up and shoved them in a sack,
    Took one look at Charlie and headed out the back.
    Before the cheering finished and the curtains finally drawn
    a goose bumped, naked GG went fluttering into the dawn.

    The road to stardom is one of luck
    And GG, our talented chook,
    was spotted by a talent scout,
    he saw her talent, it’s all stops out.

    Now she dances for the ballet,
    earning an honest fortnights pay.
    But there are times without a doubt
    when she brings her bra and roller skates out.

    Then you’ll see her in some far off town,
    this ballet dancer of renown.
    Upon the stage she’ll sing and prance,
    doing the stripper’s chicken dance.

    Laurie Smith.

  8. Totally and I love that she does ballet. I can see her in pink toe shoes doing her thing. 🙂 Thank you.

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  11. Forest So Green says:

    Love the chickens 🙂

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