A Fowl Christmas

(Disclaimer: For entertainment purposes only, not to be taken too seriously.)

The blizzard just won't let up

It's blown a week straight you know

The coffee pours cold in my cup

and I'm plum tired of trudging the snow.

This drafty shack don't stop the wind

The fire spits when the snow falls in

Only two more days 'til this torture's end

I'll be home for Christmas with all my kin

I bundle up to go lay down

And dream of the feast the folks will serve

I awake to more snow on the ground

Is this really what I deserve

I throw the saddle on ol' Red

He tries to blow snot but it sticks to his nose

He's mountain grown and ornery bred

I climb atop and off we goes

We've just made it down into the trees

The wind dies down but there's still a chill

Only one day left out here to freeze

I'll stop at the cave 'neith Donner Hill

Ol' Red must know, he's actin' spry

Off once more, not many a mile

The cold bright sun has lit the sky

I'm thinkin' of grub the whole darn while

I can finally see the homestead

Ol' Red picks up his pace

I can almost taste the homemade bread

Can't wait to feed my face

As I pull in, greetings to all

Unsaddle Ol' Red and throw him some hay

Inside's the cheer of a Christmas ball

What a wonderful happy holiday

Time for dinner, we each take our place

No more cussin' "You dirty dyer"

Then the shock, it shows upon my face

On the table sat an overgrown fryer

Moral~

If there's a cowpoke in your clan

Don't make this grave mistake

Instead of pots use a cast iron pan

And fry up a thick beef steak.