ode to the chicken
savior of agriculture
discerning devourer of winged pestilence
a symbol of vigilance
forthright eloquence
level temperance
you squawking squabbler
relentless laborer
golden pooper, truly a nourisher
the picture of nurture
and yet i cannot get
a single egg out of you
futile, flightless fowl
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“and yet I cannot get a single egg…” is a great, and hilarious, turn of events!
Ha, ha! Great ode to those fowls.
Ha! Love the way the accolades lead to the ending…..well crafted !
!!! that last line
where fowl becomes foul
Emma! Yes! So glad you’ve joined us this month. We need what you bring.
Love this! Such a complex description for this silly bird.
A fabulous ode to an underappreciated feathered friend. Brilliant!
I really enjoyed this, especially “you squawking squabbler”
This poem is as delicious to my ear as yard bird deep fried, served with mashed potatoes and gravy.