Meanwhile, back at the chicken coop...

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I read the news today, oh boy

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,

The fox in is charge of the hen house

Gates are secure but the creature is inside

Feathers fly in helter skelter patterns

“You’ve got to crack a few eggs” is heard

as those who see the commotion, scramble

 

A dozen or so duck the falling shells,

raining down from straw filled verses,

bland but obviously first in the pecking order,

hoping it all would be over…easy

 

While over on Broadway a church mouse sings off key

to a blindfolded audience

waiting to applaud until the curtain goes down,

so not to be seen greeting late arrivals

with luggage and tickets

hoping the next show is not sold out

for this standing room only presentation

 

Fortunately three, maybe four seats still remain unoccupied

as stale nachos and sticky floors beckon

 

The lights go down and the band strikes up

a rousing intro to what should be a good show,

at least that’s what the old reviews said,

“It was 20 years ago today,

4 stars, brilliantly directed, the best choice

for your daily intake of long haired culture…”

 

When a tuxedo with a smile and a black carnation

makes its way to center stage

and begins reading backwards,

“I buried Paul”

 

Boos ring out from the crowd.

“We came here for poetry!” was shouted in unison

But it just kept on, “Number 9, number 9, number 9”

The audience ran for the exit doors (stage left)

and as they hit the streets looking for something better

they encountered a walrus

wearing a sandwich board sign that read,

“Turn me on dead man”

 

Meanwhile, back at the chicken coop…      

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Well, I love some Broadway Plays... and
I also love Chickens and appreciate the
Wake up call of a Rooster. I adore the
Rhode Island Red Hens... who lay brown eggs.
Some may be made into "deviled eggs".
May your Easter be lovely and may
Ducklings gather at your door... Je t' ador...
tenderly, Pat