"Bucocko," The Hen

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Thought Whereabouts"

Submitted: February 02, 2016

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Submitted: February 02, 2016



"Bucocko," The Hen


I've asked my chicken

__to cluck like a hen

And she gladly said she would

And that she'd do it again

I didn't have to understand

__her very clucking words

I just had to listen

That's all I had to do

We both looked up at the moon

__and knew just what we had to do

Marvel at the wonders

__that are in God's sky

We brush passed the corners

__of every naked eye

And thru the minds

__of all the world

We shared the laughter

And giggled the most

Now we can relax

And having said that

It's time for some crack

A little of this

__a little of that

My face will fall off

And her clucks will be heard

__by thee ears of ev'ry one

Nobody will miss the sounds

__of her cluckin' around

And when all have heard her

__there will cease to be pain

How can anybody complain?

Me and my chicken

__will go a long way

Forever she will say "bucock" to me

And all of her "bock-bock"in' around

__will be the life for me



D. L. Cannon

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