My darling Chinese Silkie chicken Pompadour has been poorly for some days, so I am reposting her ballade to boost her chook spirits.

Hope you get well soon Pompi!

A younger Pompadour

Keep the theme tune of the Beverly Hillbillies in mind when you read my poem.

Illustration by Benedicte Delachanal (2009)

The Ballade of Pompadour and Blanca

Let me tell you about a chicken, her name is Pompadour
she is generously proportioned and is very much adored
for her pizzaz, oomph and rockstar chic
sumptuous plumage
grey and white, pompom on top
ubercool and suave.

She’s a Chinese Silkie chicken, with a lovely French name,
cooping well in Australia, with four sisters and her fame
from success as a superb singer on
Aussie’s Rock Chick
head full of feathers, fanciful ideas
and up to assorted tricks.

One day Pompi travelled, across the seas so far
to the United States of America, just because she was a star
befriending Blanca the hamster
hairstylist extraordinaire
over sized rat, petite style
bonding over coffee liqueur.

And now it must be noted, Blanca’s challenged bouffantly
her hamster hair is fine and flat, colour of insipid tea
tis true this bouffant-challenged rodent
is not much to observe
but heart of gold, manicured paws
make up for eau-de-hamster.

Blanca is sweet-hearted, with no sinister intent
she sees the best in all around, ignoring petty vents,
unlike the arrogant Pompadour
who insists things go her way
she listens most, a gracious host
ensuring a good day.

You may find these two an oddly matched pair of friends indeed
but isn’t that the way it is, opposites drawn by need
for something that the other gives
or complementary nature
and this is true, without a doubt
for Pompadour and Blanca.

The End