Zombie Chickens Poem by Juan Olivarez

Chicken was for supper,
Mom walked outside,
Caught a nice Rhode Island Red,
And swung it round,
And round from,
Its neck.

Then,
The head came off,
In mom's hand.
And the dead chicken,
Fell dead as a doornail,
To the ground.

Then (again then)
The chicken arose
from the ground
And ran (just like in Reanimator)
Under the house.

I told this story,
To my six kids as they grew,
Over and over again,
And they would laugh themselves silly.
The biggest question being,
Did you eat it. Of course I would say,

And then the question,
That had them all in stitches
Do you eat dead chickens?
EEWWW daddy no! ! ! !
The reply being,
So you eat them alive?

Well one day, our parish priest,
Came over for supper along,
With sister Ruth, our parish nun.
After supper, we sat around
Just telling jokes.

My son JJ, told this one,
To our priest.
Father,
What flies without a head?
Father appeared confused, and said,
Well he didn't know.

JJ's punch line was,
A dead chicken!
Laughter continued
For minutes that seemed,
Like hours.

3/11/2016
29 Palms Ca.