A Chick Poem by Monty AnNayef

When I was a kid,
We used t' keep some chicks on farm.
They were cute and fun.

One day so sunny
A breeze of wind came along
And brought a kitten.

The cat looked around;
The cat sniffed and eyed a chick;
The cat mewed 'yum, yum.'

The chicks heard the cat;
The chicks thought: 'Jesus, help us! '
All rushed home but one.

'Folks call me Thomas, '
The bully cat told the chick.
'You call me no Tom! '

'You work for Thomas,
Everybody works for me.
You hear me, you bum? '

'Go get me some food,
Sing me a song, make it rhyme,
But don't play the drum.'

'Amuse me, and please me,
So I make it a quick kill.
Let's party 'n' have fun.'

The chick went nearby
And got them a bottle of wine.
They drank, the chick 'n' Tom.

Insober they were,
And lots of chatting they had.
Much was forgotten.

When the morning came,
Tom was fully unconscious.
He mixed wine with rum.

The chick was so-and-so.
He lifted his head and said:
'God! What have I done? '

'I killed Tom, the cat!
God, forgive my haplessness!
I learned the lesson.'

April 08,2010