It is written don't kill.' You stupid dill.) You couldnt rise
To the level of a souk, your'e bought out, sold out
Yet not brought to book.' You're looking jaded your ideas
Have faded.' You have all the appeal of a maggoty chook.)
Are things becoming obscene..'
With the (over-greens?)
Starvation an aim ?
Sacrifice..' Is it on your name?
M I N D the slope.. So
Much evidence..' Yet offers?, No
Hope..Whats cooking ain't
Chook.' And its really, not so good
If you'll only take a look..!
Big brother watch its a British innovation.' Its seems
Almost Orwell inspired? to support the independance
Of nations.!! Silkie Carlow heads it up.' Why dont youhave
A look in 2024? don't be just like a headless chook.!
When the sky was falling, 2020 like..' The answer was
Simple.! just go out on strike.' Don't trust the slavers who
Would advise? they're savers.? Look around and decide!
Its up to yourself' its the only way we'll get round to healthy
World behaviour that way.!
There once was a chicken called ‘Polly’,
whose name sounded happy and jolly,
‘til one morning at two,
she crowed, “cock-a-doo,”
now our chook is a rooster called Wally.
The chook house
stood empty for most
of my childhood.
An enclosed corrugated iron
shed was surrounded
by a wire fence
and a wooden gate
held on by one rusty hinge.
Inside was small
and cramped, just big enough
to hold a seven year old
and keep out
the rest of the world.
Daddy long leg spiders
guarded its inner twilight,
webs were strung
like trip wires to snare
an unwary soul.
Wounded I would seek
refuge there, safe
in its dark womb. Huddled
in silence, only a thin
umbilical of light
connected me to the outside
through a nail hole
in the roof. No-one knew
I was there.
After seventy years
I still preserve the space,
keep it hidden
in a corner of my mind.
When the world
gets too much
I make myself small
and go there.
“I wish the ferry had a fairy,” said Phoebe with a frown
to no one in particular (but everyone remembered later on).
That’s a strange thing to say on an excursion in Year 5,
especially when the teachers are around.
Eating hot chips on the seat just up from me,
a skinny man avoids my longing stare (Those chips of his, I wish were mine).
I hear a funny squawk. It isn’t me -
Chip-wishing seagulls probably, somewhere (I probably shouldn’t stare).
I cool my wishful eyes in harbour waves of green.
(The shore has nothing interesting to see –
No animals, I mean. Look -
Just - more - green.)
I hear a funny squawk. It’s under me!
No, it’s not a fairy penguin (as you may have been expecting).
“It’s a chook!” I scream…
…I scream = ice-cream…mmm…
I close my eyes and dream,
open one eye, have a sneaky look…It’s still a chook.
if you had a chook inside,
it’s sure to make a mess,
If you had a chook inside,
never call it Ness,
for if you call a chook that name,
the mess would be double,
a chook called Ness is terrible,
cause it always makes trouble,
if you have a chook inside,
you ought to call it Vanessa,
all chooks by that name,
the mess they make is lessa.
Hortense was an Opera singer,
Who thought she was a humdinger.
Every breath that she took,
Screamed like a strangulated chook,
The audience put Hortense through the wringer.
Hook of book
Chook of cook
Rook of shook
Dook of look
Gook of took
Jook of nook
Wook of vook
Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes
Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams
Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk
Tiny tapping tells a time arrived redeems
Ruptured glue leak nesting box will soak
Eggy Peggy Sue oogles roosters commit
White eruption risen warm oven can cook
Pyriforms produced cushion a faithful sit
Cracked careless spill beneath silly chook
Attired in cabaret shake head resplendent
Requires stupid roosters follow new rules
Delicious derived from proud independent
Boss of her box where boys beg for jewels
10th January
Hen Sanctuary
Want some toast
BLOODY OATH
My name is Logan
You call me BOGAN
GONNA buy a CHOOK
Can’t be bothered to cook
Feeling CHOC, A BLOCK
As I lay on the bed
Looking at the clock
Want a CIGGI mate
Come on it’s not too late
Touch of a baby
And I feel CLUCKY
Need I say
I’m never lucky
BBQ on let’s have a SNAG
Having a FROTHY
While we BRAG
Got a gift, I said oh CRIKEY
I nearly dropped
My fruit lichee
G’DAY MATE, YA got the time
YEAH, it’s half past 9
Go outside with my BROLLY
Daughter is coming with her dolly
This poem is TRUE BLUE
SEE YA LATER
IM SHOOTING THOUGH
So much more I can add to this
I’ll end it here with a kiss xx
Disaster, devastation, death and destiny
Headlines, slay us every day
Not since some time-past history
Were people stricken - this terrible way
Self-isolate and stay indoors
Restrictions with fines or time away
No longer can we feed our mores
But food and exercise, work is ok
It feels surreal, it's like a dream
Financial stuff, we handled well
Chook flu, SARS, MERS, seen and been
Covid-19, time will tell
Early, people reason slipped
Control and manners something past
Basic items scare or clipped
A moment there, then taken fast
Masks, gloves - social distance we make
Two in number is allowed
Border closures, states do make
Vaccine will find - government avows
Pain and hurt is spread worldwide
Striking elder, and also young
Doctors, careers, no place to hide
From bats in Asia, they say it sprung
It's early days and seems ok
But time to come, will tell
Hope is governed, by news each day
Life, by the toll of the bell
COVID-19
Disaster, devastation, death and destiny
Headlines, slay us every day
Not since some time-past history
Were people stricken - this terrible way
Self-isolate and stay indoors
Restrictions with fines or time away
No longer can we feed our mores
But food and exercise, work is ok
It feels surreal, it's like a dream
Financial stuff, we handled well
Chook flu, SARS, MERS, seen and been
Covid-19, time will tell
Early, people reason slipped
Control and manners something past
Basic items scare or clipped
A moment there, then taken fast
Masks, gloves - social distance we make
Two in number is allowed
Border closures, states do make
Vaccine will find - government avows
Pain and hurt is spread worldwide
Striking elder, and also young
Doctors, careers, no place to hide
From bats in Asia, they say it sprung
It's early days and seems ok
But time to come, will tell
Hope is governed, by news each day
Life, by the toll of the bell
WILLIAM HANCOCK
02 APRIL 2020
I went into the garden to feed the chook
The bird gave me a very nervous look
It knew it would have hell to pay
If she had no more eggs to lay
The chook house was found in disarray;
eggs were broken in a manic affray,
there were playboys galore;
drunk chooks on the floor -
the police are suspecting foul play.
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