Never say never, always say "perhaps;" unless it's a
Wedding, a funeral, or your daughter's v-ball game.
Never say never, instead say "maybe."
Never feel forced to use rhyme, tired is the fad despite the ear's need
To smile at the sound of music; rhymes are for the dullard,
Like Dr. Seuss and Mother Hubbard.
Never say never to your kids lest your aim is to model
Human folly & the grace-skill of Forgiveness.
This will all be over soon so please don't cry.
Y'know this whole poem goes way better with chicken stir-fry.
Chick - Chick - Chick - Chick - Chicken!
Write a little verse for me.
You've got romance in you
To share for all to see.
Chick - Chick - Chick - Chick - Chicken!
There's no need to shy away.
Let the juicy ink get flowing
Steam a saucy verse today!
As you've said, I'm Chick - Chick - Chicken
Could my face burn brighter red?
I'm afraid these special verses
Are only for my book and in my head.
So... this little Chick - Chick - Chicken
Will keep clucking on her funny way.
If she stews some saucy verses
She will send them to you private-lay...
What came first the chicken or the egg?
The jury is still out on this one. Wait....
Have we found a referee to settle this dispute?
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
“Let this chicken remind you: linger too long in August heat, and you’ll end up feather-frazzled and fried in spirit.”
This chicken looks as though the sun itself
has grabbed it by the feathers and declared,
“You shall be my cautionary tale.”
Its crest shoots skyward—an exclamation mark
of poultry panic—while its eyes, wide as
two over-boiled eggs, broadcast pure despair.
August has wrung it out like a damp rag
forgotten on a porch rail. Every plume
is standing in protest, muttering,
“I did not sign up for this climate.”
It is the portrait of a creature fried
not by oil, nor skillet, nor recipe~
but by the merciless heat that turns
even the proudest barnyard citizen
into a frazzled, feathered tragedy.
Call it fried chicken if you must,
but note the truth behind the joke:
this one’s been sautéed by the sun itself,
and it is absolutely done.
We mince half a million babies a year.
Then riot over the inhuman treatment of a chicken.
That we're about to rip to pieces and devour.
We whirled around like flakes in a snow globe.
Dad weaving miracles, keeping us un-cold.
5 peeps living under a sway-backed roof.
In a one-bedroom converted chicken coop.
Feathered tenants must've thought it a mansion.
Dad and Mom must've thought it a land-based Titanic.
Uncle Barnacle must've thought it a great place to crash.
Brother and I were just 2 gumdrops adrift in Candyland.
There're just two of us chicken coop people left.
We never chat about our chicken coop past.
I thank Rooster for busting his beak, keeping us fed.
And a hen who panned love from lean times and trash.
Choo choo!
Yum cha—woo!
dishes glide
on choo-train
the chicken
feet enthrall
claws aloft
footsie soft
sauce clings
joy sings
rich stew
nibbled slow
skin slips
happy lips
bones bare
more there!
Choo choo!
Yum cha—woo!
The Chicken in the Road
why did the chicken cross the road?
he wanted to eat that toad
he put his feet in the street
and a passing car nearly took off his beak
he thought I am a lucky rooster
that definitely was no morale booster
as he walked to the double yellow lines
he realized he was being watched by a bovine
the bovine asked watcha’ doing
if you aren’t careful, you will be in a pot stewing
the rooster said that’s it
even though I’m half way I am going to quit
with that he turned around
but it was too late and by a car was run down
Oh, rime con te, indovina cosa voglio fare?
Dì al mondo che ti amo,
come abbiamo sempre fatto!
perché modificare le parti migliori
è fantastico fin dall'inizio
tutto sull'amore e
sai che riguarda l'amore e io
Non mi dispiace dirlo al mondo intero
Ti amo
Non mi dispiace dire che ci tengo
Ciao
Ciao
Immagino di avertelo detto
hanno tagliato la parte migliore
non si sono nemmeno presi la briga di menzionare
il mio amore per te
trascorrere e dissolvenza
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canzone oh canzone
cosa farò
dimmi; dimmi
canzone oh canzone
cosa farò
itchy situation
three girls all contained
help me calamine
Eyes
Watching
A candle,
Gaze Surrendered,
Find the world
Ear listening,
Look back after looking
So you can
See my spirit
...and grasp tightening my eyes to shut
Henrietta was precocious and a little naughty.
She loved adventure and sadly died too soon.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Henrietta was way too curious about the afterlife.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Henrietta was precocious and a little naughty.
She loved adventure and sadly died too soon.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Henrietta was way too curious about the afterlife.
He prances around so proud like he owns the coop
He'd feed the hens but can't manoeuver the scoop
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
my husband and I love chicken beasts
he likes his baked regular recipe
If I ate the coating, I would want crispy
but I am dieting, so I tear off the coating for the dogs
my children only eat chicken legs
I have a twin who eats wings
we throw them out
our family is unnaturally prejudiced about our chicken preferences
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