Broiler Poems - Poems about Broiler

...Wagyner: the Greatest Bull of all time! I herd him speak these words, these clearest of defintions this bull was meant to salvage this Ranchers reputation and to increase the valaue of his production cycle."Broiler" for meat birds, "layer" for egg-laying hens, "cockerel" for young male chickens "pullet" for young female chickens. Dicile and less tempormental. The Makle bulls played and flirted w......

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...Summer's sun is scorching hot as it sends its fiery burn. Carnival laughter shakes the air when July takes its turn. July means more litter, as plastic bottles fill the street. The sand that was......

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...2.5 cups of chickpeas 2 egg yolks 3 t of lime juice 4 tablespoons of garlic 1/2 onion 1/2 flaked fish 1/2 t of dried thyme 4 T shredded coconut 1 teaspoon of smoked paprika 4 T toasted sesam......

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...Camouflage me quickly the fowl yelled as he landed. Did not know who he was, but we ran out with paints - blue and red. Can we colorize your feathers asked our leader, Mrs. Banded. Do what you mus......

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...And it's black There is a wave runnings of the White Snake The serpent flaming White Red Hots Stencils penciled in steep smoke rises up in the atmosphere over and beyond the mountai......

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...Egg thief hatcher snatcher Hormones added perky turkey Low T rooster booster No eggs layer prayer Pagan Wiccan chicken OSHA injury plucker struck her Power outage broil......

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...ORACLE OF NATURE Lie is been feed like food Truth finds its way beneath the mattress Knowledge of thought has taught me some thoughts Where the gate of trust has gone beyond extinction Where......

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...The life of a broiler chicken is short lived. He has no future except to be devoured. He lives in darkness, not seeing the true glorious outside world. He is sheltered and cannot leave. There w......

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...crowded, my feelings - rolling hitch. i lay on the broiler pan scorched, unturned. even if i could climb to the top of a mountain, spy out the lay of the land, i’d only se......

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...Stroller and Broiler and a Molar Had been boiling eggs in a broiler, And took son for ride in a stroller; Wheels went round, On the ground, While he had grown another molar. Jim Horn......

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...she wanted to impress those in attendance seemed the proper thing to do seeming most of the folk were their to either endorse her new restaurant. she wanted something special for the chefs speci......

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...Her comb is no longer red. It’s meaningless to preen. She stands hunched as a deadpan mushroom. Only flesh matters in her man-made coop. . She cannot forage in freedom. She’s not a living t......

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...Our evenings have withdrawn into a closed living room, where we don’t chat but let a large TV cheat us. We watch life on a screen with a vicarious thrill. There were children everywhere i......

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...Seven A.M., feet on the floor, pajamas in-car for a favorite drive-through fast-food treat? No, it's the coffeepot, and turn on the broiler, less of a spoiler, but kudos in Heaven. Breakfast's in......

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...Today I splurged on a steak. Thick with the fat trimmed close Seasoned - broiler - aroma Taste buds squirt delight Juice runs down my chin Ambrosia Burp!......

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