From the Lips of Chicken
From The Lips of Chicken
Hear how a chicken weeps
On its curved lips...
There and then it quacks
As its way it pecks
From Farm to the Plot
‘Fore falling into a pot:
“Apart from my racy feather
“Dangling on my leather
“Have I any other role
“Except being eaten whole?!”
JM
11th Oct’ 2013
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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