The eighth of May, is mother’s day,
My son keeps chickens, eggs to lay,
Kids came for lunch, love them so,
Told us about their chicken Flo,
Laying not easy, Flo clucked loud,
Hungry after her feat, was proud,
Greedy for seed put neck through pen,
Just too far, now a beheaded hen.
Competition Entry: A LAY FOR A DAY IN MAY
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