Best Clucking Poems

I had a fat goose and she clucked
Each time a soft feather got plucked
The goose then got old
And could not be sold
So into my oven – you’re ‘cooked’!


Thanks to Andrea Dietrich for her invaluable advice in helping me with the ending of the poem

04~25~17...

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Chickens aim so high.
Aha! That's what I thought too,
When I hear you cluck....

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