The Day Old Chicken

light hearted fun

 

My stomach growls fiercely in hunger

as I walk past a half eaten

day old chicken

left sitting on the stovetop last night..

Oh I have many regrets,

but I’m sure this could be the worst

I starred down remembering the night before

when juicy tender pieces of meat

were slithering smoothly down my throat.

I was quit proud of how delicious it tasted.

Skin crispy and packed with flavor,

the lucious meat embedded with several spices and herbs

to which I placed in the hollow center

where the chicken’s innards used to be

so the flavor would steam and weave into every fiber

becoming tightly woven in mouth watering succulance…

 

but I let the remains lay and stale overnight

and now as I gazed down at this tragic chicken

I begin to hear the distant sorrowful chords of a violin

echoing

Con Te Partiro by Andrea Bocelli

and words like

 “salmanella, bacteria, vomiting, oh god why’d I eat that day old chicken?”

waltzed the La Danse Macabre-

behind mine eyes

The sound moves me

in aches of disheartening sway

like branches of an old oak tree

at the mercy of it's roots

my legs weaken like limp twigs

blowing in the wind

sha-shaying 

left to right

right to left

slow and true

My hand raises in military solute

to my dear sweat chicken a la carcass…

it was a sad sad day…

for my poor aching tummy

taken by famish

and day old chicken death

Author's Note

I have a confession.. i ate it anyway.. and a wave of gasps followed by "ewwwwwwiiess" swept the crowd.. haha, oh yes.. i live dangerously. lest we forget starving children in africa would fight to the death for a sliver of that meat!

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

This is entertaining. I like it.
My friend made a contest on here called "The Chicken Coop Contest" because she wanted to hear some neat poems about chickens. Unfortunately no one has entered yet. :P
You definitely should check it out and think about entering.
Hope you have a great weekend!

-Elissa :)

[the nothing]

lol hounstly I would've done the same thing then-again I can go 2 days on a bag of chips

[bob, small b. aka invs]

it's my observation that aspiring poets write poems about tragedy, love and angst, while a real poet will write about anything and make it interesting. this helps prove my point. i enjoyed it.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

In my home, dad always threw up the starving kids in China, but that was five decades ago. I saw that contest and I think you should enter. Good poem

[Fear Corrupts!]

Haha, this is great.
Thanks for your submission, now we have some competion on here :p
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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh my how funny of a story... chicken is one of those things that is great the next day just like pizza but it can be a risk leaving it out overnight, i am with you and would probably taken the chance... I really enjoyed the humor you injected into this piece, makes for a wonderful smile.

[R J Askew]

You are right, that chicken would be a feast to millions of starving people. Your poem definitely amused. I like can see you in temptress mode preparing your chicken, first with herbs and then with words. There is great pleasure in eating and you play on that brilliantly. You also work up the guilt well. I especially like 'Danse Macarbe behind mine eyes' and the idea of you saluting said chicken.

When I was a student a mouse ate part-way into a chicken we left out overnight (uncooked) for sunday lunch. Three of us were for throwing it away, though we had no money left after a saturday night out. The fourth guy -- now a big shot lawyer -- calmly slices away where the mouse had been gnawing and cooked it.
Yes, I know....EEEWWWWWW!

[An Ordinary Woman]

LOL I'm glad yer okay ... and the poem is awesome! I've missed your writing, you always have punch!