Best Chickies Poems
There's so many chickies walking round on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to fondle and paddle their caboose
© Jack Ellison 2015
Mama eagle’s dear chickies were ill,
so she told them to lie very still.
“You just wait here for me,”
she said most tenderly.
Then she flew off to get them a pill.
Baby eagles, like most kids, detest
taking pills. Mom returned to the nest
with dead mice in her bill
which concealed the crushed pill
Doctor Stork had prescribed with good rest!
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS(Jun 5)' Poetry Contest
When I see pretty young chickies, an idiot I become
Wearing those short shorts and showing their wee bums
I drool and I sweat
All aroused I do get
Those cheeks need massaging, I volunteer to do some
© Jack Ellison 2015
Whaat, whaat, whaat are you doing?
IT’S TIME TO GET OUT OF BED!!!
Buut, buut, oh, where was I?
Oh yeah, IT’S TIME TO GET OUT OF BED!!!
Hey chicky, nice tushy you got there.
Don’t run, don’t make me chase you, baby
I don’t bite! Eh, eh, eh.
Oh by the way, IT’S TIME TO GET OUT OF BED!!!
Don’t, don’t, don’t I look good.
Watch me flap and ruffle my feathers.
Yes, yes, they are so beautiful.
HEY EVERYONE, LOOK AT MEEEE!!!
Who’s that? Who is entering MY coop?
Go ahead, if you try to grab one egg, I’ll kill you.
Are you new around here? Don’t you know I’m the boss?
No? I’m going to kill you anyways; ARGHHH!
It’s, it’s, it’s been a long day.
Hey chickies, stop running away.
Oh, and by, by, by the way;
IT’S TIME TO GO BACK TO BED!
I said
IT’S TIME TO GO BACK TO BED!!!
For Back to the Barnyard contest
What came first, the chicken or the egg?
The answer is still relatively unknown.
Which tastes better, the egg or the chicken?
It depends on the person, so really, who knows?
Little baby chickens taken from mother hens
Still wrapped in their little hardened cocoons,
Ignorant to the fact that they are about to die
Slaughtered by plastic forks and silver spoons.
Ol’ poor little unhatched chicken embryos
Bet you didn’t know you’d end up on my plate.
Your parents procreated and made such tasty treats.
Sorry lil’ chickies, you shouldn’t taste so great.
You are so multitalented, you come in many forms:
Hardboiled, poached, over easy, eggs benedict,
An egg salad, an omelet, or have you sunny side up,
Maybe even scrambled for something really quick.
You get me going for the day with you for breakfast;
Have you in the morning to provide my body fuel.
I apologize for eating you before you were able to live.
I sincerely don’t mean to be thoughtless and cruel.
If we should place the blame, it should go to your parents,
To that loud, cocky rooster and that little red hen.
Your taste pales in comparison to the both of them
Because I can eat them over and over and over again.
Sometimes they live long, sometimes they don’t.
Either way, they taste awesome on my plate.
Barbecued, grilled, fried, or on a stick
Boiled, rotisserie, roasted, or baked.
Either way, little chicken, you were born to die
And unfortunately, that is your earthly fate.
Take pleasure in the fact that you are enjoyed
And that my stomach is your final resting place.
What you did was wrong
You suffocated it in all thats white
You then let it burn up
You let it melt
You took your knife
You Cut it open
Im sorry poor unborn chickies
This guy wanted his oatmeal:Quick
So lets make sense of what you did:
Its all wrong!
**For my vegetarian buddies=) Im no veggie Girl But i think you do a good cause=p**
We never grow up, we just learn how to act in public
Especially if we want to pick up some cutesy chicks
Some prefer “little boy” men
And like playing “pretend”
So I show these cute chickies some neat pretend tricks
© Jack Ellison 2015
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor
Tis the season for upchucking from every pore
From singing off key
To removing dungarees
Picking up chickies with attributes galore
Woke up this morning with a dirty big grin
Must have really enjoyed the dreams I was in
With chickies galore
Naughties on the floor
At eighty years old, should retire my mandolin
So many chickies walking round on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
So many chickies walking round on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
Superman was originally portrayed as a superhero
Fighting crime, being a do-gooder for wee kiddos
Well big people too
But here's juicy news
Molested young chickies while using a *****
Getting near the end of my life's journey
But I'll still be writing from my hospital gurney
Even limericks from heaven
THINK that's where I'm headin'
Who's gonna wear my “LOVE ALL CHICKIES” jersey
Ever wished the ability to fly you possessed
Spy in chickies windows in various stages of undress
Whatta dirty old man
Disgusting I am
But oh so much fun, at eighty-three, still beats chess
“Octopussy” as defined in this dictionary of mine
Having sex with eight chickies all at the same time
Best be in good shape
Stamina it sure takes
But careful though, it causes exhaustion undefined