(This is a fictional poem)

One day I sure did get a lickin.
It happened when I ate a chicken.
I soon learned that the chicken was a little boy's pet.
Eating it was something I would regret.
I killed the chicken when it wandered in my yard.
The boy's dad came to my house and he sure hits hard.
When the boy's dad asked if I killed the chicken, I said yes.
I soon wished that I hadn't confessed.
The little boy cried when he learned that his chicken was dead.
His father turned me inside out and then he cracked open my head.
He plucked out my hair like I plucked the chicken's feathers.
He threw a hatchet at me and my left ear was severed.
That sure was a tasty hen.
But now I never want to eat chicken again.