Headless Chicken Mike
not only walked a while,
he ate through his neck!
Slept, pooped, and scooped
for eighteen months that way!
The axe man had missed
an important nerve which
relayed a message:
Mike, your head went that-a-way,
and so he did too, post haste.
Went lookin’ for weeks
until he came back with it
tucked under a wing.
Went straight to a seamstress
to get it re-attached.
It was a hot day
and Mike expired before he
could make his request.
Gurgled and purred but couldn’t say
how it was he wished to pay.
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