Something different this week. The lady on the above link, she calls herself, Hit and Run began following my blog last week. She is such a talented artist, poet and writer that I felt the need to introduce her to you all. She conspires with Melanie at http://wordifull.com/ on some wonderful drawings and poems, at the moment it’s chickens. If you want to be amazed by Hit and Run have a read of her Conversations with Death column.
To see the inspiration for my poem have a look at the top link, the chicken drawing is a real hoot. Without further ado I present for your literary enjoyment,
THE BALLAD OF SPRING CHICKEN.
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.