Just for fun........
Chicken Stuff
2008 All Copyrights remain with the author
by F. Lee Jennings aka Clawmute
A chicken named Myra was pooped
no eggs had she laid in her coop
then came the tax man
with an ax in his hand
Myra paid up with one felling swoop
A Rooster named Davey, quite rude
never gave all the hens their just due
instead of amour
he read books by the door
giving hen pecks to only a few
Betsy Trotwood was quite the slick chicken
she only pecked at the best pickens
she laid apple pies
to the farmers surprise
so he said now dont that beat the Dickens!
A teen Rooster, Hoke, drove through town
long hot summer, car windows down
looking out for a bride
now Hokes quite satisfied
driving Miss Daisy around
Greg was a Rooster by heck
frayed nerves made him a wreck
shame made him shy
and he ate on the sly
so the hens never saw Gregory peck
A clever young hen named veronica
loved to sing, dance and play the harmonica
shed play for the flock
in a bright yellow frock
while they all danced to Hava Nagila
Trixie Whitemeat was a hot chicken
her drumsticks looked just finger lickin
had a swing in her hips
and a pout on her lips
Colonel Sanders soon picked her for pickin
A crafty old hawk on the prowl
spied a chicken, a tender young gal
he wheeled down from a limb
to complete the mayhem
and committed murders most fowl
Young chickens turned onto the rap
to the farmer it felt like a slap
so he unplugged the speakers
enraging those beakers
so the whole thing caused quite a flap
Chicken Stuff
by F. Lee Jennings aka Clawmute
A chicken named Myra was pooped
no eggs had she laid in her coop
then came the tax man
with an ax in his hand
Myra paid up with one felling swoop
A Rooster named Davey, quite rude
never gave all the hens their just due
instead of amour
he read books by the door
giving hen pecks to only a few
Betsy Trotwood was quite the slick chicken
she only pecked at the best pickens
she laid apple pies
to the farmers surprise
so he said now dont that beat the Dickens!
A teen Rooster, Hoke, drove through town
long hot summer, car windows down
looking out for a bride
now Hokes quite satisfied
driving Miss Daisy around
Greg was a Rooster by heck
frayed nerves made him a wreck
shame made him shy
and he ate on the sly
so the hens never saw Gregory peck
A clever young hen named veronica
loved to sing, dance and play the harmonica
shed play for the flock
in a bright yellow frock
while they all danced to Hava Nagila
Trixie Whitemeat was a hot chicken
her drumsticks looked just finger lickin
had a swing in her hips
and a pout on her lips
Colonel Sanders soon picked her for pickin
A crafty old hawk on the prowl
spied a chicken, a tender young gal
he wheeled down from a limb
to complete the mayhem
and committed murders most fowl
Young chickens turned onto the rap
to the farmer it felt like a slap
so he unplugged the speakers
enraging those beakers
so the whole thing caused quite a flap
