Saturday, November 14, 2009

Another Chicken Poem

Leave it to hen,

to have me writing poems again.

The chickens are free range now,

I love how they follow me, WOW!

We are getting plenty of eggs each day,

A healthy protein, that can be cooked in any way.

Wait, that hen looks a little shady,

Crap, he's a rooster, should we call him Brady?

He is so busy doing his job,

I think I might call him Bob.

My son says, "No, don't put him in the oven!",

"We'll just call him McLovin'!"

I'm just kidding, about the oven thing! I think I might have a future in chicken poetry! What do you think?

Make a miracle today.

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