Cluck Poems

a cluck

sounds like a cluck, not a cock-a-doodle-do
a barnyard is nearby, country is the clue
I strain to listen, but the sound is gone
Now I hear hooting down by my pond

The Unexpected Plunge of Reginald Cluck

"What are you all quacking about?" squawked Reginald Cluck,
Peering from his coop, quite out of luck.
A drizzle had started, a timid, soft weep,
While others still snoozed in feathery sleep.

"A little rain never hurt anyone!" chirped Pip,
Whose splash-prone spirit rarely would slip.
He’d eye every puddle, a shimmering pond,
With a gleam in his eye, quite remarkably fond.

Reginald

Out of Cluck

In my kitchen, an old-fashioned timer
Keeps track of my coffee pot’s perk.
I wind it and eight minutes later,
The pot has completed its work.

The timer is shaped like a chicken;
It ticks as the minutes elapse,
Then rings to announce its completion,
Technology prior to apps.

Yet this morning, my chicken stopped tickin’;
Its mechanics have chirped its last cluck,
So I

CLUCK U

when uttering a fowl cluck
was told I was pushin' my luck
but as my defense-a
the chicks weren't from mensa
and bought my routine as a duck

OH CLUCK

The turkey awoke, heard knives sharply clickin'
then muttered a phrase that made my blood quicken
said I'm sorry to say
that just for today
I'll be identifying as a plump chicken

Oh, Cluck No

As chicken little always said "life clucks and then you fry".

The Roman Emperor Who Had Nothing To Cluck About

In the annals of Rome the least glorious
was an emperor named Honorius.
Though Rome's plight was alarming
he spent his time chicken farming,
a pursuit which made him notorious.

Cluck Cluck Cluck

Eating three eggs a day cracks me up
It scrambles my brain, like Benedict's butt
If egg foo young
Then over-easy my son
That's it eggactly, we should omelet it or cluck

Cluck Put Purr Kee Kee

HAPPY THANKSIVING TO ALL AMERICANS OUT THERE. 



Cluck put-purr kee kee went the turkeys in the back of Jim's truck. He was delivering them to neighboring vicinities for Thanksgiving. When he reached Tom's house he yellared "Turkeys for sale!" Tom had a peek, "How much do you want for the plump one?" and that is

Cluck Off

I purchased a bantam in Feckham
And named her Victoria Peckham
This scrawny old bird
Just can’t cluck a word
She's hoping the farmer won't neck em!

Our rooster is called  ‘Coq au vin’
He tries to fly just like Batman
If Victoria sings
He starts flapping his wings
At least the old bird’s got one fan!!

I've just returned from a moonlight walk

Holy Cow, Oven Nation Gone Fowl One Cluck

??v ?? ?? ?? ?  I Love You.............!! ?? v ?? ?? ?? ?

•.?*... ...*?.• •*.

these myopic ocular orbs pine 
   for an attractive gal to be adored
far eye got the near rest insight 
   per a magic bullet if jew r bored
undue flattering praises 

   might induce

Holy Cow, Oven Nation Gone Fowl Two Cluck

they would dice many a chive
   by management me from da dive
apartments in hatfield in close proximity 
   to the bloody sorry fate 
   oof a von nee gutt 
   thar slaughter house five.

mine eyes saw gore 
   and remained fixated 
   orbital

Cluck Chat

I am a purple headed chicken with glass beads. I like to roam the wooded glades. I often wear a pair of shades. It shields my precious amethyst eyes from the glare of the sun. Such heat corrodes such orifices. But producing a grin as I pass the goblin who gazes ay my feathers in

Cluck

Ten miles dating a chicken. Lots of corn curries. A banked grain is discovered by clawing the ground. But if a temperate climate ruffles feathers it is not wise to stand. It is imperative to enter the cossetting coop and slam the door. When over two hundred and fifty eggs are a notion which signifies

Cluck,Cluck,Cluck

Emma my egg-laying hen,
Was clucking away in her pen,
She sat on her nest
Rolling out one of her best,
This week her count's up to ten.

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