THE SLAIN SOLDIER BONE

THE SLAIN SOLDIER BONE Once upon a dinner plate, there lay, A chicken bone in a peculiar display, Arranged like a man just so upon a plate, Wearing a Christmas hat, looking quite elite.4 With ketchup splattered in crimson hue, Like blood from a mischievous BBQ, A Christmas tang tastefully satisfying, From the festive spirit, it was not shying.8 Wow, what a view, this bone looks so odd, A comedic sight, oh how it stood, The bone was a hero of the poultry realm, Bravely sacrificing, as a delightful meal for them.¹² Beside the bone, is the knife and fork, The weapon feast, a delightful quirk, They stood as loyal companions, unremorseful, After devouring the bone, non were mournful.¹6 A chicken bone, on the battlefield plate, A warrior's death, his fate so great. Drenched in ketchup, bloodied and slain, The battle was hard, yet honor knows no pain.²° A Christmas hat, adorned on it top frame, A soldier of yuletide, in this gruesome game. A knife and fork, the weapons of choice, Used by the victors, who made a victory noise.²4 This ends the chicken bone with Christmas flare, A culinary honorable death beyond compare.²6 Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} FORM: Rhymes Copyright ©? 26th December 2023