Hen House Heist

We woke to clucks and feathers flung,
The hen house door was wide and swung.
Ma yelled, “The girls are gone, by heck!”
Pa slipped and tripped on one last egg.
Lou found footprints–tiny, bold,
Leading straight to the county road.
Granny cried, “My Clara Jean!
She laid gold yolks and kept things clean!”
The preacher gasped, “A fowl affair!”
As feathers rained from thin, hot air.
Turns out the thief was raccoon Jack,
Wore a ski mask and a chicken sack.
He sold the hens to a vegan fair,
Where they signed books and did their hair.
We set a trap with corn and flair,
Caught Jack mid-heist in Ma’s brassiere.
Now the hens run tours in town,
Charge ten bucks just to sit down.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on October 26, 2021 by Alan Nafzger