A family of ducks and ducklings decided to cross noon road,
an old man slowed down his slower gait, stood on road to halt traffic,
when birds were safe, he went back to his place feeling happy like god
He did not see that the thankful hen clucked and nodded at him too.
acted in kindness
both giver and receiver
bathe in afterglow
My feet are stuck in the muck, cried Chuck the duck.
Sean the swan came to his rescue across the lawn,
Chuck, grab my wing, and we’ll swing into the spring!
Chuck used his beak, as chic feathers tickled his cheek,
They flew out of the muck, we’re now unstuck, Sean clucked.
Chuck felt happy, Sean felt scrappy as they fished for crappie.
Chuck felt struck with luck as he caught one, but it stuck,
Sean the swan, brave and brawn, caught the prawn.
Now a pack, enjoyed their snack, as they happily clacked!
Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.
life’s unstable death’s staid ~ recombobulation comes by getting laid
clucked a hen to her sterile rooster ~ being axed by the kitchen maid
who was having a fling with the butler ~ he certainly made her grade
By
David Kavanagh
Can't life's garden be happy
without thistles or thorns
Does the rosebush need brambles
to greet blue skies of morn
These questions I asked my father
and my mother ~
They each clucked their tongues
told me to play with my brother...
Holly McGilly was mean and rude to her mother today
Justice, the old honest hen heard her and was blown away
I will make that rude teenager take her rude words away
She took Holly down in the barnyard that day
She clucked on her head and she spit on her chin, so soft.
She rolled her in pig manure, and knocked her glasses off
She tromped her with her talons and she pecked her with her beak.
The rooster knew better to call her off, so the animals did not speak.
Your mother is terrific, kind and wonderful, the hen said.
Next time you hurt her feelings, you are going to wind up dead.
Holly ran back to apologize in triplicate to her mother that day.
But the second she turned eighteen, she moved far far away.
The eighth of May, is mother’s day,
My son keeps chickens, eggs to lay,
Kids came for lunch, love them so,
Told us about their chicken Flo,
Laying not easy, Flo clucked loud,
Hungry after her feat, was proud,
Greedy for seed put neck through pen,
Just too far, now a beheaded hen.
Competition Entry: A LAY FOR A DAY IN MAY
SPONSOR: ANDREA DIETRICH
DATED: 08/05/2022
Written by Gail R DeBole
on July 19, 2021
Updated September 4, 2021
A baby who lived on a farm
Would coo and gurgle with charm.
She completely amazed
Her family each day
With all of her sweet, lovely sounds.
She would hear chickens, cows, and sheep
As she fell into a very sound sleep.
Then she would awake
To the noise roosters make
And would listen to chicks as they peeped.
She heard many oinks, moos, and neighs.
The animals talked lots each day.
Chickens cluck-cluck-clucked.
She heard quacks from each duck.
The animal sounds never waned.
When she made her talking debut.
Her parents didn’t know what to do.
You might think it absurd
As to what her parents heard -
She sang out a melodious moo!
Next was a loud cluck-cluck-cluck!
Then she skillfully quaked like a duck!
She then gave a neigh
As she giggled and played.
Her parents were completely awe-struck.
She saved her best vocals for last.
Giving her parents a proud vocal blast.
She called her father “Papa”
And her mother “Mama”
And that was her first baby rap.
...If felt like the whole of his foundation had collapsed,
and not many people can recover from that,
first he turned to his music, so he’d not have to think,
when that wasn’t enough he grew more fond of the drink.
It got to the point that Jack started to realize
that behind shallow pleasures he could no longer hide.
But the pain of changing he could endure no more,
one day his manager found him cold on the floor,
his chest they compressed, his heart just wouldn’t just-start,
there was no fight left in him, no will for the art.
People just clucked,”He joined the Twenty-Seven Club.
Oh, why can’t the young talent stay clear of the drugs?”
A bulldog was having a day so fine
The weather was scrumptious simply divine!
The pony came upwind, scared him to death.
He must have fallen into load of meth.
Bulldog’s eyes watered, he thought he might cry.
Cat and bunny wandered rapidly by.
Bunny was hopping, and giving him flash
Of a cute tail, her name was McNash.
Cat, mean as the day is lively and smart.
He smelled her butt, a tiny feline fart.
The hen clucked by, with her six baby chicks.
He fell down laughing, at her lively mix.
The pony was ageless, the hen was old.
All of this, he knew. His sniffer was gold.
He collapsed late this afternoon
Went without a whimper... DOA
Relatives and friends shook their heads
Clucked their tongues
Pressure got to him apparently
Poor fellow worked himself to the bone
Shame he died so young
He collapsed late this afternoon
Went without a whimper...DOA
Not long ago, the pressure from without was a source of pride
Before it began to push on the walls of his spirit inside
Was it that Eternal Pressure broke him
--Or did he cave from within?
He's not around anymore
We can hardly ask him ...
He collapsed late this afternoon
That's all we know
And all that matters...
I had a fat goose and she clucked
Each time a soft feather got plucked
The goose then got old
And could not be sold
So into my oven – you’re ‘cooked’!
Thanks to Andrea Dietrich for her invaluable advice in helping me with the ending of the poem
04~25~17
Freddie the goat was as wide as a boat
His hair was long, tangled and whiffy
He asked Maisie the cow could she help him right now
And she mooed she would in a jiffy
Joey the horse said with some force
My tail is also quite smelly
So Maisie mooed here I’ll make it real clear
I can also shave your big belly
Daisy the hen clucked from her pen
Could you take a look at my feathers?
Maisie then mooed you’re so very rude
I do all three of you nitwits together
September 6th 2016
The cow was playing cowbells,
Giddy Goat joined in on his guitar,
The horse was hoofing bongo drums.
Animals started coming from afar.
The chicken clucked an egg out,
Pig was oinking right in time,
Duck was tinkling on her triangle
While dog was hammering on his chime.
Pussy picked up her piccolo,
Goose was flapping on his flute,
Donkey brayed on a big trombone,
It really was a farmyard hoot!
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I once nodded off and found myself on a farm,
I was met by a horse who said I’d come to no harm
His name was George, he was tall and ‘jet black’
and he knelt down right gentle as I climbed on to his back
As we strode through the yard there came a small cry,
it was a piglet named; Norman who’d got mud in his eye
Mother hen clucked and her little chicks scampered,
flossy the kitten just wants to be pampered
In through the gate there came a lot of sheep
and a collie dog called Jimmy, behind them did creep
Mildred the cow lay down for a rest,
and the flies thought her ear would make a good nest
Billy the goat looked nervous as he went for a stroll,
George and I both wondered if he was in fear of a troll
As we crossed over the bridge down by the stream,
there came a loud bang as I fell of my bed,
and there ended my dream.
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