Ghost of Chicken
My house is haunted, yes it's trueAnd I really don't know what to do
Last night I saw the ghastly spirit
I turned so white because I feared it
My eyes popped nearly out of my head
Cause I saw a chicken who was dead
What? Do not laugh I am serious!
Though you may think I'm delirious
He appeared in the midnight hours
I quickly hid and fearfully cowered
He spoke in a tone accusingly
Lifted a wing and pointed at me
"You ate me for dinner one year ago."
I answered "I did no such thing, no!"
"You cooked me all nice and crispy."
"I had a family you know, they miss me."
"Used my leftover for chicken pot pie
I will haunt you till the day you die."
I responded "But why and what for?"
"Cause the afterlife is such a bore."
"And I was beheaded, feather's plucked!"
"But I bought in a store you dumb cluck."
"But you gave my remains to the dog!
I'm out back laying beside a log."
In a shallow grave his bones did rest
"Oh my",I replied, "this is a mess"
"Give me a burial I want a proper one."
"Alright, let's do it and get it done."
"Would you like for me to say a few words?"
He looked at me and gave me the bird
"Are we done now cause I have better things..."
"I'd be an angel, but you ate my wings"
Oh no he'll never leave, nor fly the coup
I wish I had used him for chicken soup
I should call a priest for an exorcism
but I doubt that would even get rid of him
I ruffled his feathers, and he ain't nice
Looks like I'm stuck with a poultrygeist
Poetry by Freddie Simmering
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Written on 2006-11-24 at 11:25
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