Entitled : poetry for the sleep deprived

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I was very sleep deprived when I wrote this.

Submitted: July 22, 2012

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Submitted: July 22, 2012

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If I were a bird, 
Well, I would choose to be a chicken…. 
Buk-buk-buk! 
Chickens have the easiest life out there. 
All they are required to do is pop out eggs and lay babies, 
The rooster crows incessantly at the farm house, 
Until the farmer comes out in his long-johns, 
One finger cocked at the trigger of Ol’ Besty. 
Sight, Aim, and Feathers! 
Dinner tonight is gonna be good! 
Mama Chicken don’t care that her hubby is gone, 
She is too busy being horny with her Uncle. 
Lil’ Pete and Lil’ Sue, are chasing Mama Chickens babies. 
Two of them run off the foot bridge and fall into the crik. 
Mama Chicken is too busy stuffing her gullet with cracked corn to care or notice 
One of the babies gets stepped on by the cow, and one is carried off by the hound. 
Mama Chicken just keeps on pecking. 
And then the farmer decides to mow his lawn, 
Well, last and final little chicky goes exploring, 
Chopped-Chicky-Souy, mmm mmm GOOD! 
Mama Chicken looks up, sees her babies gone. 
She strolls up to Uncle Chicken, 
She says hello in the flirtiest buk-buk-buk you can imagine. 
Five minutes later Uncle Chicken comes out of the hen house looking mighty pleased. 
And 24 days later, 6 new chickies are born. 
And it starts ALL over. 


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