THE NIGHT BEFORE CHICKEN FIRDAY
“Twas the night before Chicken Friday
and all through the Det.
Not a buffer was turning,
Oh no, not quite yet.
All the mops and the brooms
were hung up with care
In hope that the teams
soon would be there.
The officers were nestled
all snug in their beds,
When the beepers went off
right next to their heads
Soon there were shouts
and groans of disgust.
Chicken Friday had begun
and we’d dust, dust, dust.
Team one had the stairway,
team two had the hall,
Team three had the classroom,
and as usual, four had the stalls.
Team six was on duty
and doing real fine,
While five was out training
and drinking fine wine.
When what to my wondering
eyes should appear
But a miniature SMAJ
with a lecherous sneer.
“All right all you yahoos,
you’d best fall right in.
And start up the cleaning,
let the scrubbing begin.
Clean the latrines
and dust off the walls.
When you’re finished with all that,
put a shine on the halls.”
“On Fowler, on Storer,
on Turcotte, on Platz.
If you don’t move much faster,
you’ll be explaining to Katz.”
A bundle of cleaning tools
was flung over his back
And he looked like a peddler
just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled,
his dimples – how merry.
His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry.
His droll little mouth
was drawn up in a scowl.
If you looked at him cross-eyed,
he’d let out a howl.
He inspected all day
and everyone dreaded
The appearance in the door
of that bald little head.
When he was through inspecting
he said with a grin,
“There’s nothing more to clean
we won’t’ do it again.”
The SMAJ came downstairs
and said with great glee,
“The bar is now open,
the first one’s for me.” (and the 2nd, 3rd, 4th……)
The beer was abundant.
for those who were there.
Chicken Friday as usual
was a drunken affair.
The SMAJ was heard to say
as he staggered out of sight
“Happy Chicken Friday to all,
and to all a good night.”
