Lucy and Cinnamon…a Chickmas poem

Lucy is getting ready for the Chickmas Poetry Reading and Cinnamon is humming the appropriate tune in the background, so you get the full effect of Lucy’s words. Cinnamon was going to play her saxophone but even with the mike, Lucy couldn’t chirp loud enough to be heard over the music, so they decided Cinnamon would hum instead.

 

Chickmas time

everyone tells me that Chickmas Time
is a very special season
a time when humans are happier
when they are kinder
when they get together
and exchange gifts
a time when they kill and eat pigs
who are beautiful and sweet animals
a time to send cards
a time to spread joy and love
(except to the pigs, of course)
a time to decorate their houses
and bake cookies

the thing is
that’s what it’s like at The Coop
almost every single day
except we love our pig friends
and would never kill or eat them
because, as I said, we love them
and we would never eat living beings
not even humans
because chicklets extend love to everyone
not just certain ones

humans shouldn’t sing joy to the world
they should sing joy to certain beings and then name them
that would be more honest
because they seem to have little regard for anyone but themselves
and even then they are on shaky ground

so during this season of parties and laughter
we chicklets will be celebrating all life
and the only wish we have
it’s the same every year
is that humans will stop killing and torturing us

Merry Chickmas to all
and unlike humans
WE really mean all

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by hitandrun1964

 

It Was The Night Before Chickmas

It was The Night Before Chickmas and all through The Coop
The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Chicklaus soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of cornbread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter they ran to the window to see what was the matter
And what to their wondering eyes did appear but a miniature sleigh and one tiny reindeer
As they drew in their heads they heard a new sound and saw St. Chicklaus, when they turned around
There were gifts for the chicklets, the hens and the cats, the dogs and the roosters, the horses and bats. The cows and the goats, the birds and the ducks, even the pigs and the squirrels were in luck. All were included, it’s always that way, so everyone there had a wonderful day
The chicklets are happy, their heats are aglow, they’re all very grateful, they want you to know.  But parties need planning*, there are things to be done, so Happy Chickmas to you, they hope you had fun.

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by hitandrun1964

The Night Before Chickmas

It was The Night Before Chickmas and all through The Coop
The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Chicklaus soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of cornbread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter they ran to the window to see what was the matter
And what to their wondering eyes did appear but a miniature sleigh and one tiny reindeer
As they drew in their heads they heard a new sound and saw St. Chicklaus, when they turned around
There were gifts for the chicklets, the hens and the cats, the dogs and the roosters, the horses and bats.  The cows and the goats, the birds and the ducks, even the pigs and the squirrels were in luck.  All were included, it’s always that way, so everyone there had a wonderful day

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by hitandrun1964

The Night Before Chickmas

It was the Night Before Chickmas when all through The Coop
The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hope that St. Chicklaus soon would be there
The Chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of cornbread danced fast in their beds
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for a long winter’s nap
When out on the law there arose such a clatter they ran to the window to see what was the matter
And what to their wondering eyes did appear but a miniature sleigh and one tiny reindeer
As they drew in their heads they heard a new sound and there was  St. Chicklaus when they turned around

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by hitandrun1964

The Night Before Chickmas

It was the Night Before Chickmas and all through The Coop
The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hope that St. Chicklaus soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of cornbread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the rooster in caps, didn’t have time for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter they ran to the window to see what was the matter
And what to their wondering eyes did appear but a miniature sleigh and one tiny reindeer

See Original

by hitandrun1964

The Night Before Chickmas

It was the Night Before Christmas and all through The Coop
The Chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hope that St. Chicklaus soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of corn bread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, they ran to the window to see what was the matter…

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by hitandrun1964

The Night Before Chickmas

It was the Night Before Chickmas when all through The Coop
The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hope that St. Chicklaus soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of cornbread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for a long winter’s nap

See Original

by hitandrun1964