Best Pullet Poems
The Rooster
He strutted ‘cross the barnyard tall and proud,
away from all the bustle of the crowd;
the other roosters in the yard felt cowed,
to him they meekly stepped aside and bowed.
Rhode Island Red to others he was known;
the yard’s top bird, to all he wanted shown.
One day a pullet walking on her own
approached red rooster standing all alone.
“Dear sir you’re quite the standout in this room
all smartly clad and dressed in bright red plume
and standing by yourself may I assume
you’re unattached and lonely, I presume.”
Replied the rooster, “Dear cannot you see,
that others always step aside for me,
and I’m the one, I think you would agree
that any hen I wanted, it would be.”
“Oh, really,” she replied with snarky grin,
“then why I ask your party seems quite thin,
and I’m the only caller who’s within;
perhaps it’s time that you and I begin.”
“My dear young hen you’re simply not my type;
you’re far too ordinary is my gripe,
and I prefer a hen who’s much more ripe
for I must always live up to my hype.”
“I see you standing proudly in your frock,
and I can see you’ve been around the block;
you’re nothing but an old conceited cock,
and you deserve a nagging hen to rock.”
June 27, 2019
Categories:
pullet, allegory, animal, humorous,
Form:
Personification
Uncle Scrooge had lost his wallet
He went mad and chased a pullet
He fell down the glen
Ended in cow pen
Mr.Scrooge had to bite the bullet
Categories:
pullet, fun, funny, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Crabo stirred up a hornet's nest
Called up Vespa for music fest
Vespa bit the bullet
Crabo braised a pullet
Faced the music they were so stressed
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
18 December 2014
Categories:
pullet, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Losing her soul to the whirlwind
Her spirit stolen by rainstorm
Body of her became a sacrifice
To the turbulent blizzard.
Once upon a soul mate
We both danced in the day
And we have both thrust
Our feet together in the dark
I had thought
I was the only key to her heart
Until I met the door I left clogged opened
My luggage packed outside in the rain.
I knocked the door endlessly
Still under the bashing of
A heavy clatter of water from the above
Visibly shaking, fidgeting
Like a lost pullet with no mother
I heard a heavy laughter from within
I peeped through the window
Nothing in sight to behold
In my world, rain stopped
To me alone, it was no longer raining
Heat came over me from within
My head ran fast as I became hot
Is she inside all the while?
Has somebody replaced me?
No, rang through my medulla oblongata
Basking in the effusive
Hymns of “forever together”
“Bad thought of a bad dream”
I chorused to ‘self
The masculine laughter reverberated
With a ugly but husky voice
This time accompanied by a very
Feeble but familiar sonorous voice
Playing the Juliet to the Romeo’s laughter
I am dead, I’m finished
My soul mate, now soul lost?
Life stared at me without a sire
Alayade Stephen T.
20th of June 2007
03.52pm
NB-Written in Iba,(Ayos) in the house with me,
Expecting a Mary, and Izobo daughter.
Categories:
pullet, angst, devotion, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
CONSIDER THE EGG
The eggs of chickens are very small,
But their use is quite versatile
Compared to the eggs of emus...
Let's think about that for a while.
Can be boiled, scrambled or fried,
Tasty omelettes, or even poached.
They are used in cakes for baking,
Or combined with bacon and toast.
Breakfast's choice is often eggs,
A very good start to the day.
Used in salads and sandwiches
Eggs can be enjoyed any way.
All custard tarts must contain eggs,
Which causes the custard to set,
This isn't done with emu eggs
As chicken ones are the best bet.
Rich in vitamins and protein
In nutrition they're very high,
Not the cause of cholesterol,
Your diet should give them a try.
The egg shell is oval in shape
It has colours of white or brown.
The hen may use a nesting box,
For eggs to safely be laid down.
The chicken's a worthy contender,
Though her eggs are smaller in size,
They're cheap to buy by the dozen
She deserves a Pullet Surprise.
Copyright © Vivien Wade May 2017
Categories:
pullet, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Gregori, the tough-chik
Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin,
the most randy monk there's ever been,
declared chastity to be a sin
and to his persuasion he did win
of the fair sex fat and thin,
high and low, rich and poor,
on pinnacles or on the floor,
but he went a stretch too far
on entering the palace of the Czar.
He used mystic powers to impress
empress Alexandra, no less.
To no poison would he tumble
or even yield a tummy rumble.
To do him in took many a bullet.
My, that monk sure was no pullet.
Categories:
pullet, history,
Form:
Couplet
The werewolf hunter came to town to help the people fight
The moon was getting larger and would soon be full and bright
Those vicious hairy beasts would savage townsfolk all night long
But now they’ll find they’re up against a man who’s sure and strong
The werewolf hunter went to work and got himself an aide
He gave the man one thing to do and said, “You’ll be well paid.”
The aide was known to local people as ‘Come-Again Ben’
His hearing wasn’t great but he worked cheaper than most men
So, by and by, the moon was full; the howls that night were loud
The werewolf hunter stood before the chapel, tall and proud
He needed, then ‘Come-Again Ben’ to fetch what he required
But one Chrome-plated chicken meant his aide was promptly fired
The werewolves formed a circle and they found themselves a kill
The werewolf hunter and his aide were feeling rather ill
And then the moon shone brighter and as though of one shared thought
The werewolves bared their teeth and claws and launched their crazed assault
***
The werewolf hunter laid there, he was very close to death
His aide was also dying so each spoke with his last breath
The werewolf hunter garbled… “Just one tiny silver bullet?”
His aide said, “Sorry, Boss… I thought you said a silver pullet.”
Categories:
pullet, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
If they ask you of me,
Tell them u did not see me,
Though you can see it is me,
But tell them you did not see me.
The former me has faded away,
Now am new as a new born baby,
Tell them am saying bye to vanity,
Carelessness and waywardness.
Tell them i have been claimed by
The lovely unseen,
Tell them he made me matured,
I am no more like a vulture,
So,can no more be tortured.
When i was deadly like a bullet,
He made me calm and peaceful like a pullet,
When i was like carmeleon
He liken me to a champion.
Let ears hear different of me,
Let eyes see different of me,
Let the nose perceive different of me,
Even as a sweet fragrance.
The mouth,utter no more courses,
Tell them of me,my newness and me,
Please tell them for me.
Categories:
pullet, inspirationalme, me,
Form:
The train, high-balling down the track
Could never keep up with ol' "Bullet"
For we all saw that he had the knack
To sweep Page off her feet - like a pullet!
Categories:
pullet, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
It was a sad day
a day darker than the dead of a night
a day of confusion
feet denied the adorning protection
what was meant for the feet became the burden of the hand
it was a race were baton can't be changed
the vulture having it's day
the pullet denied shelter
it was the survival of the fittest
souls crying to be saved
aftermath of death and agony
indelible it stuck on the walls
like wild gum on tree trunks
negligent of the kinsmen.
Categories:
pullet, confusion, death, sad, day,
Form:
I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
at Eaton Road,where he+Gran dwelt,
a wide thick trouser buckled belt
no collar,braces+rolled-up shirt sleeve
He kept hens at the bottom of his patch
his soldier's back now bent to stoop,
collecting eggs from his home-coop,
each day letting them out to root+scratch
Organically grown,fed as range free
a pullet killed as a Christmas treat
each day a fresh egg for dinner or tea
Old-fashioned,a bit of a tartar,
far-off days..Gran was his domestic martyr
Categories:
pullet, computer-internet, on work and
Form:
Sonnet
SPRING-HEELED JACK
Spring-Heeled Jack was a very odd chap,
And a very odd chap was he.
His eyes glowed like a pyre,
He wore batman’s attire.
He was frightful not least
Because from the mouth of this beast
Spewed forth a tongue of blue fire.
Spring-Heeled Jack had a very strange knack,
And a very strange knack had he.
By way of a spoof
He jumped roof to roof,
And a ten-foot wall
Presented no trouble at all
To this Jack of the cloven hoof.
Spring-heeled Jack had a very tough mac,
And a very tough mac had he.
The soldiers might fire
But unscathed he’d retire.
He sure was no pullet,
Distaining each bullet,
And mocking the military’s ire.
Spring-Heeled Jack had a very sad lack,
And a very sad lack had he.
With a talent like his
He could have been king of show biz
And regarding high jumps
Jack would have been trumps.
What a deplorable waste of his whizz!
Spring-Heeled Jack had a very long whack,
And a very long whack had he.
Despite many a try
No catcher came nigh,
So through Victoria’s long age
It was Jack who held stage.
Though now, it appears, he’s more shy.
Categories:
pullet, mystery, nursery rhyme, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
The pullet has found it's roost
The mighty elephant is endowed with a liar
while my love roams in the wind
looking for were to lay
My lips give in to dryness
like the plant in the harmattan
How long will my heart hang in the sky
Definitely o fall like a shooting star
He who hears my cries
Let him wipe my tears
He who bears my loneliness
let him make me a pillow
not only to lay my manhood
nor for my lips be wetted
But for ripe affection be tapped
by the desire of my heart
Categories:
pullet, love, nature, passion,
Form:
I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
At Eaton Road,where he & Gran dwelt;
A wide thick buckled trouser belt,
No collar,braces & rolledup shirt sleeve.
He kept hens at the bottom of his patch
His old soldier' straight back bent in a stoop,
Collecting eggs from his home-made coop,
Each day letting them out to root & scratch.
Organically grown,fed as range free
A pullet killed as a Christmas treat
Plucking feathers,a now forgotten feat,
Each day,a fresh egg for breakfast or tea.
Old fashioned and a bit of a tartar
His ways made Gran into a domestic martyr.
Categories:
pullet, childhood, family, nostalgia
Form:
Sonnet
Tu Pac Shakur was a June Sixteen
And I, a June Fifteen;
Also, a full year my younger
But on our Third Planet didn’t linger
John F. Kennedy,
A bashed head, no remedy,
A May Twenty-Nine,
Like Tu Pac not a cat with lives up to nine.
Gemini Greats seem destined for the bullet,
Wherefore my fervent wish is that I remain a pullet
My everlasting consolation, our mercuric intelligence
The stupendous achieving with the poorest diligence.
Always The Ever Clever
To cobwebbed wisdom flinging 'A Never';
Of a soul crazily restless
With tasks striving even while listless:
Dying Laureate Yeats still pushing his poetic pen,
Perhaps thinking of another impossible ten!
Geminis are special people:
Both the seemingly simple
And the liable to cause a ripple...
Good bye to the late T. B. Joshua,
Whose healing of T. B. were sure.
Categories:
pullet, beautiful, blessing, celebrity, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme