Ballad of Mike the Headless Chicken


Mike the Headless Chicken

Ballad of Mike the Headless Chicken

This is the story ‘bout
a chicken named Mike,
who’s head was chopped off
by one swooping swipe.

The axe missed his jugular
when Lloyd Olsen did swing
on the neck of a cockerel
his wife asked him to bring

Mike balanced on a perch,
then he walked clumsily.
It is said some had watched
as they snickered whimsily.

He attempted to crow.
He attempted to preen.
He succeed in neither.
It was quite a scene.

Mike was fed milk and
some small grains of corn
to be kept alive
like one recently born.

He got used to his size.
He got used to his weight.
He no longer fell.
He could walk very straight.

His crowing was a gurgle.
The sound was rather sad.
The action of preening
with his neck was quite mad.

The Olsen’s took him on tour
for twenty five times one cent.
Many people had paid
to witness this chance event.

His fame was established.
He was quite a side show.
They stationed him by
a two-headed calf, you know.

Then one day he chocked
yes, Mike couldn’t inspire
It was time for his show
and his life to retire.

Since the day that Mike’s vein
refused to properly clot,
others tried this with their fowl,
but succeed they could not.

Today some memorialize
Mike in many a way:
like a silly bingo game
and a headless Chicken Day.

This is the story ‘bout
a chicken named Mike,
who’s head was chopped off
by one swooping swipe.

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This was written and posted for:


dversepoets Poetics: What did you call me? – Posted by  Brian Miller

We were supposed to “Write a poem using an idiom or two.” I chose the expression “Like a chicken with its head cut off.” I guess this ballad is not “like” is actually is, but close enough for a private party blog.

Story and Picture Credit from: Wikipedia  Mike the Headless Chicken

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About zongrik

For those of you who do not know the handle "zongrik," that would be Bat-Ami Gordin. Most people call me "Tammy." Bat-Ami means "daughter of my nation" in Hebrew. It's a heavy name to carry around. I answer to either name. I also answer to "mama." Some Basic Things about me: Animal lover, mom, poet/writer, dramatic soprano, photographer, teacher/tutor, CERT/Technician and, oh yeah, aerospace engineer. I consider myself "The Astro-Poet." To learn more about the origins of the word "zongrik" see whats-a-zongrik?

Posted on November 12, 2011, in Animal, Chicken, D’verse Poets Pub, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 21 Comments.

  1. Totally enjoyed this whimsical, if not somewhat freakish, story about poor Mike. Very entertaining–you are so clever!

  2. haha…think i know mike…smiles….that was great play at the idiom…lol…bingo and headless chicken day…you are a riot…

  3. I like the theme of a headless chicken, this poem was right up my alley.

  4. Picturing a headless chicken here…glad that I have already eaten dinner. LOL. Clever fare.

  5. oh my, poor mike – but what a legendary idiom he left for us – lol

  6. very fun and creative write… i had a good laugh ~

    have a good weekend ~

  7. Goodness, too funny and disturbing, a great write!

  8. Is L♥VE too strong a word to use for this funny and whimsical post? I knew from the title you’d get a laugh from me…thanks, I needed that ! My wish is to be able to come up with
    words and thoughts and string them together like you do.
    Peace and love,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  9. Freakish story – love your sense of humour!

  10. This reads so well in rhythm and rhyme… and is an entertaining tale, too.

  11. Crazy! Amazing to see where you took this. K.

  12. Well done. Great “balladeering”. Sad for Mike, but at least fame never went to his head.

  13. Fun flopping all over the place with this one.

  14. oh goodness..what a freakish story..i’m feeling quite headless now…smiles..enjoyed your ballad

  15. Ha =) …headless Chicken Day… I’ve had a few of those days. Thanks for the fun read.

  16. Well, you knew I’d like this!

  17. I have a lot of headless chicken days! lol, this was a very fun read 🙂

  18. What a tragic story weaved into ballad…..lovely Zongrik.

  19. Very well done and a great deal of fun.

  20. that was really good! so darn funny….I knew a turkey named Mike too.

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