Jack Ellison Poet Quatrain

Love Those Little Buggars

Could easily eat eggs three times a day
Love those little buggers so much
Thanks to the hens for being so gracious
Providing us with omelettes and such

Heard some people even eat 'em raw
Now that's not for me I'm afraid
Said I loved 'em but I must draw the line
Not for me even if I was paid

If hens could talk I'm sure they'd be saying
“What are you people doing
Eating 'em raw was never in the contract”
They'd be clucking like hell and fuming

My relationship with almost all of the hens
Is mutually one of good trust
I go by the rules, over-easy or omelettes
Respecting their feelings is a must

May think I'm strange talking to chickens
Have other strange quirks as well
But they'll have to wait for another day
My brain must rest for a spell

© Jack Ellison 2013

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Laura Breidenthal September 18, 2013 at 3:16 AM I'm glad the hens are respected. (: Another really cute one. Always, Laura Jack Ellison September 18, 2013 at 6:34 AM Could eat those little buggers every meal... that's why I'm so grateful for our little chicken friends! LOL Love xoxoxox

Carol Eastman September 11, 2013 at 9:40 AM Dragon ate an omlet today... after I read this to him... Took a dozen of a dozen eggs to do it... and now he's still hungry and wants the chickens who laid them, too... Put your barbecue sauce away! Dragon! We're going for seafood for lunch... That should distract him... for a while... He hasn't figured out we're land locked here in the middle of the midwest. LOL... won't be shopping for our own sea food... you might say... Red Lobster the Restaurant... should love us... once we pay the bill... Jack Ellison September 11, 2013 at 10:11 AM Your mind... how did it get like that! These guys aren't really real are they? LOL You are sumpin else! Love ya girl... huggsies xoxoxox Carol Eastman September 11, 2013 at 9:44 AM Might save him from touring a chicken raising faculity with his barbecue sauce... Arkansas and southern Missouri are full of them... He could wipe them out in one binge... Don't want to distress those poor chickies! ...LOL

Poet Tacito September 11, 2013 at 9:06 AM Omelettes...YES! I love those. The omelettes I enjoy making the most: Deli-sliced turkey w/white cheddar cheese & red or blue-skin potatoes. Drake...Hungry. Jack Ellison September 11, 2013 at 10:07 AM Heading right for the kitchen, drooling as I go! LOL

Russell Sivey September 11, 2013 at 6:04 AM Ha ha, I love the last line, "My brain must rest for a spell" haven't you noticed that the older you get the more you need to rest your brain? I understand talking to hens...I've done it, my grandparents on my Dad's side had chickens when I was very young, they were quite fun, they can make a lot of noise for such a small creature! But they do produce one of the greatest things for my breakfast, those yummy eggs, I love them as much as you do! What a brilliant poem you've written, Great Work!! Jack Ellison September 11, 2013 at 6:29 AM My parents also had chickens when I was very young... don't remember talking to them though! LOL