Clucking Behind The Bicycle Sheds
Charlie the cheerful chicken
Had a very shiny nose
But when he started to sicken
All the young hens came to blows
Oh, feathers began to fly
When he laughed and called them names
(Oh, his sense of humor was wry!)
And the young hens quit their games
Regis, the rutting rooster
Turned his ankle badly
He had to wear a booster
And limped about most sadly
Oh, feathers began to fly
When he groaned and called them whores
(Oh, they knew it was a bald lie)
And he sadly limped outdoors
Leon the lurching Leghorn
Would crow both loud and strong
In a cockfight at Little Big Horn
Till old Reynard came along
Oh, feathers began to fly
When he screamed and called them knaves
Oh, how they started to cry
When his performance garnered raves
Silence consumed the henhouse
And the moon lit on scenes sad and gory
My pen's going back in its penhouse
And that's the end of the story
Contributors: | Grayman, (trad), F, Roland, Kansas Sam, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 22nd October 2004 by F. |