Chickens Poems - Poems about Chickens

There's nothing funnier than a cross-eyed chicken With legs the size of your arm The Chicken Emporiums would sure love to know The name of this progressive farm Aside from the unnerving cross-eyed feature The implications are really immense Imagine a leg on your plate so humongous You wouldn't know where to commence The cross-eyed feature might cause some concern If the patrons...

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Until we came to live in Madrid We lived with my parents in Vallelado from Segovia Where my parents had a henhouse On the outskirts of town On the left bank of the Arroyo del Horcajo Sheltered by Cerro de la Bodeguilla. Vallelado is known nationwide For its famous "white garlic" And because all its fellow villagers have "One ear on each side." My mother,...

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Those chickens commit harra-kiri daily said Nan Of free-range livestock with beaks, she was not a great fan How do they do it? Asked her cousin curious Scar Easy; they run out in the road, in front of my car...

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Chickens Much better things to use chickens for are: waiters, school crossing monitors, paper weights, door stoppers, getting us soda cans, handing us toilet paper, mowing the lawns, changing channels on the TV, washing cars, reading to us before we go to bed. ...

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(a university-life vignette) It’s a Friday night, Leong and I are at a small restaurant close to the dorm called “Ordinary.” We’re in a cozy, pleasantly dark, little red booth—waiting for Lisa—who’s running late. This is Leong’s favorite bar and her taste in exotic drinks is labile—tonight she has us drinking ‘Maker’s Mark,’ a delicious, straight-up...

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Me and my chicken Won't take a lickin' Whenever he crows Everyone knows it's Me and my chicken. Me and my chicken Our hearts are tickin' Cluckin' and pickin' Here in the thicken We keep on kickin' Me and my chicken Rooster and wiccan You be awestricken Your heart will quicken For me and my chicken. ...

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Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore Or why elephants can't jump four feet off the floor Chickens don't have noses In fact they don't have toesies And if an elephant could jump, it would destroy the decor ...

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

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Some chicks We bought to nest. Out of them As they grew up Three are roosters, Started crowing. My wife and I tending them so fair our hearts now filled with pain, to think they'd be slain. "In coop and yard, there they dwell. Eggs we can eat and sell, roosters will crow at dawn", I told my wife. ...

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Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore Or why elephants can't jump all four feet off the floor Chickens don't have noses In fact they don't have toesies If elephants could jump it would destroy the decor ...

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What a lovely bunch! Or is that bananas? I think the term is cluster. But isn’t that chickens? No, that’s a peep, as in, don’t make one. If I don’t make a peep, will I become a Silent One? If I Speak(s) Volumes will I cluck like a cluster of chickens? If I do, will I be thought crazy...

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Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore Or why elephants can't jump all four feet off the floor Chickens don't have noses In fact they don't have toesies And if an elephant could jump, it would destroy the decor...

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The Chicken One hen can lay over 500 eggs in her lifetime. If each egg was brought to adulthood, and then allowed to do the same, the whole world could be fed in nearly no time at all. The miraculous, miracle chicken, is one of the Lord's greatest gifts to all of us. She feeds us, and we eat well. One rooster, and only one... can whoo......

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The chickens had scattered ever so quickly Squawking and clucking, fearful and swiftly. Feathers were flying as their panic set in A fox near their pen tries to break-in. His dinner is noisy, his dinner is fast The chickens are frantic feeling aghast But the fox is sly as well as cunning He won't waste energy with too much running. So he...

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The hens from our small, urban farm, Had wild idea, caused great fright: Escape their pen, come to no harm, See a show, without a blight. With feathers ruffling at benight, They made plans and added some smarm, Darkened room, their intended site, The hens from our small, urban farm. They marched single file full of charm, Crazy chicks, on a daring plight, Ignoring grumbles...

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