Clucking Poems - Poems about Clucking

...**The Country Kind of Love** In the beginning, there was a love that blossomed in the heart of the countryside. We would lie in an old hammock, sheltered by the sycamore trees, feeling the cool br......

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...falcon hawk vulture eagle? no matter rooster sounds the alarm chickens scatter clucking up a storm uh-oh I note the red head turkey buzzard something is dead......

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...O! Same place, same time morning chill and cracks of sun curled in dark doorway her shape, her pulse same line Same doorway she calls her home ‘tween supplements west and bath bombs east c......

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... Based on the Monster Mash by Bobby Boris Pickett They Did the Chicken Splash I was working in the hen house late one night when I beheld an awfully weird sight the chickens were playing i......

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...Spring is here again run and tell your friends the pigs are grunting donkeys are braying cows are mooing sheep are bleating dogs are barking hens are clucking and the farm animals have come......

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... Sighs of susurration sunder the silence ~ The neem tree swaying in the wind An old lady yapping like a non-stop chatterbox The roar of the road hero's motorcycle revving past And a ra......

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

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...Warning - Don't read The Raven and Watch Hitchcock on the same night. Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing, Stories mother would read me before she closed and lo......

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...A blank stare into nothingness Suddenly I looked up as something caught my eye A very pretty girl saunters in and buys herself a coffee And perches herself cross-legged upon a cleared table in fro......

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... Dad went to work on an egg each day Til one day the egg cracked on the way Pants covered in yolk It was not a joke That his colleagues egged him on, all day. Dad had an egg every si......

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... Worn wood is on the barn like wrinkles from a hard life Many long years have passed It served its purpose, now filled Things people didn't want to let go As I walk toward the entrance, I c......

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...Every animal in the lot came by for a hi They wanted to see Hilda milk her baby Cy Cy was okay with it, not a bit tit shy And of course, the kitty was sitting by. Hello! Said Hilda, welcome one......

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...The tempest in a teapot, sits there as it may, though it bothers none, that is bothersome, though bother surely begot. The tempest in a teapot, sits there and bestilled, control t......

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...My thoughts seek companionship in substance Substance of the five senses, yes But mostly of conscience Isn’t it torture to go on and on, days across Pasting social norms over truth Constantly......

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...I hear him knocking. No matter. I will not let him in. The tree exploding with sound - better that it’s not my siding. The cluckity…clucking, I don’t mind, as long as the woodpecker stays off t......

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