Indiana Shaw Poet Rhyme

Blew the Feathers Right Off

Cats are lounging, small puppy's gruff 
One hen a strutting just doing its stuff 
Sunny afternoon, we can’t get enough 
Gramps, then snorts some of his snuff 
One loud sneeze; the hen’s in the buff

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Gershon Wolf March 27, 2022 at 5:15 PM Gramps got cocaine rattlin' round his brain?! ~ Henhouse Humor

L Milton Hankins March 27, 2022 at 9:56 AM Hilarious, Indiana. I especially laughed reading the last two lines. That's some sneeze to blow the feathers right off the hen! Indiana Shaw March 27, 2022 at 11:20 AM I wasn't going to put it up, Milts, I just thought if its a fail I can just delete, but, hey ho, just shows . . . ; )

Debra L Brown March 27, 2022 at 8:00 AM Indiana, your poem was a "Hoot". "The hen in the buff." Enjoyed, Thanks for the smile. Blessings ~ Debra Indiana Shaw March 27, 2022 at 11:17 AM No idea where it came from, a daft Sunday thought I suppose, hope you have a nice day . . . : )

Darlene De Beaulieu March 27, 2022 at 5:35 AM Hello Indiana Shaw, this is so funny. Thank you for the laughter to being the day. Blessings . Darlene De Beaulieu March 27, 2022 at 3:19 PM Hello Indiana Shaw, I feel sorry for the hen. Huggies & blessings to you. I hope your Sunday was a good one. Indiana Shaw March 27, 2022 at 11:16 AM Glad you passed by to read it, Darlene, that poor hen, bare the thought, huggles, and a blessed Sunday to you . . . : )

Jeff Kyser March 27, 2022 at 5:24 AM A plucked and plucky hen; She will be dressed again. With some help enabled, From farm straight to table. That’s gravy on your chin? Indiana Shaw March 27, 2022 at 11:21 AM Ello, Jeff, laugh a minute, chicken dinner . . . ; )