Thursday, January 7, 2010

Barred Plymouth Rock Band

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Barred Plymouth Rock Band
By Beth LaBuff

Abutting an abandoned barn,
A crib devoid of corn,
With weathervane and cupola,
The rooftop, sagged and worn.

The corncrib was repurposed
By fowl society,
A chicken troupe, Barred Plymouth Rocks,
The white variety.

This granary was their concert hall
With only room to stand,
For nightly concerts were sold out for
For this uncommon band.

Bandleader of this feathered group,
This five-fowl poultry show,
A southern bird of Creole stock
Was dubbed Ole Chick’ Gumbo.

Ole Gumbo plucked the banjo strings,
On French horn — Cordon Bleu,
With Kiev on percussion,
And Lo Mein played kazoo.

The fifth fowl, in a washtub,
He floundered on dry land.
Sans feathers, Chicken from the Sea
His job—tuna the band.

White feathers ruffled as they crooned,
Laud for their chicken breed.
They danced till eggs were scrambled.
They sang for chicken feed.

Cordon Bleu stuck in his craw
His spare chapstick supply.
It came in handy, between songs,
When chicken-lips got dry.

And Kiev on percussion,
Brushed cymbals with his tail,
And when he had a solo,
Made chicken drumsticks flail.

Gumbo kept the songs up-beat,
His banjo on his knee.
He picked with pomp and circumstance,
His notes were extra crispy.

Misfortune struck one chicken,
A pox upon Lo Mein,
No longer able to kazoo,
He could not entertain.

The band was sympathetic,
In order to console,
They gave Lo Mein a paperback
“Beef Stew for Chicken’s Soul.”

Auditions held, to fill his spot,
A hog stood in their midst.
A rumor breathed to chicken ears,
“The pig’s a chauvinist.”

The pig squealed, “I am white meat, too,
And for this group well-suited.”
The hearsay disregarded,
The porcine was recruited.

Their chicken-band, Barred Plymouth Rocks
Would now sum-total three,
And pig, another white meat,
And one Chicken from the Sea.

© Beth LaBuff—November 2009
written for a writing challenge
Topic: White

Inspiration: Proverbs 17:22
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine… KJV


Sherri Ward said...

Very funny, as usual - you do so well with this sort of verse, what a talent!

Sara Harricharan @ Fiction Fusion said...

LOL! I loved following this hilarious little tale...especially the drummer...and the drumsticks...what a hoot! Great job, Beffy! ^_^

Lynda S. said...

Oh I love it—you are sooooooooo good!

Catrina Bradley... said...

LOL! (But now I'm hungry.)

And you'll enjoy this - the "word verification" for this comment is 'dogsdu'. Seriously.


Stay Warm!

Debra Ann Elliott said...

Love it! Thanks for the comment...

Hoomi said...

Working on getting caught up, and I'm glad I didn't skip this one!

Jaime Kubik said...

I'm forever hooked on your poetry!