There was no prior warning
but one cold winter’s morning
I was covered in a thousand itchy spots
I called mum in to tell her
she said “it’s varicella
but its common name is simply chickenpox”
as she stood beside my bed
feathers sprouted from my head
and I clucked and squawked whilst feeling rather weak
So I asked her for some grain
when I felt an awful pain
as my mouth and nose transformed into a beak
The doctor could do nothing
(but recommended stuffing)
and I’ll tell you now what upsets me the most
Even though I lay nice eggs
mummy grabbed me by the legs
and is plucking me for Sunday evening’s roast!
