Hen Poems - Poems about Hen

In Manipur's lush forests so bright, Khamba and Nongban ventured with delight, Seeking blooms to adorn with care, An altar to Lord Thangjing, their hearts were sworn to share. Through dense woods, Khamba's path did wind, Wildflowers' scent and earth's damp design, Birds sang sweet, leaves rustled free, A waterfall's roar, a sight to see. A towering tree, with orchids so fine, Hanging...

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there was a young banty rooster named Ben who liked to hit on all of the old hens one sad summer day it was said an axe was taken to his head now all the old hens are safe in their pen ...

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Near the yard, I heard the mother bird's loud cluck, A signal to pull a sly trick on the hick. Yuck! Her chicks all ran wild and scampered amok, Scattered by the bumpkin swinging a big stick. The dispersed chicks drew a cast of circling hawks, That were happy to see meals within their grasp....

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I opened the basket daily, Mother hen...

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Helter skelter Henrietta hen had a lot to say Wiggling her tail feathers at me today I knew now that the bozo loved to play She did a happy dance and a slide sashay Be comfortable in your feathers she said to me Now she was jiving on the limb of a tree I will do my best, I replied as...

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I saved this hen for myself the little girl said Skipping out of the field with a fowl so red. The fowl loved her, and she loved her too. She skipped and galloped with a yoo hoo hoo. Her parents were startled she wanted this pet. At least it’s not a dragon said her Cousin Shet. Or a male peacock said...

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I felt great calmness and perfect peace. I had the feelings of a poor man who has just come under the protection of the Royal Family, and has obtained an annual pension for life-the dreadful fear of poverty and want having left his house for ever; I felt the safety and shelter which the little...

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Easter egg hunts are proof your child can find things when they really want to. —Unknown Peep, peep, peep, peeping, chirping, tweeting, peeping cheeping wildly, declaring they aren’t sleeping tiny cracks in shells, sure they’re alive and well, each fluffy chick comes out in a soft pastel. Peep, peep, peep, tweeting vigorously, quickly so we are certain they’re quite strong, not...

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The Little Red, ...Hen; By A Quarter Of Ten, ...

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You have heard of the cock of the walk? I crow in a lovely way, I never do squawk. I am better than that, I am the cock of the run. I am the best of the best, and all kinds of fun. My feathers are gorgeous, I am handsome you see. There might not be any other fowl close...

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I had a tasty cock-a-doodle stew Now I crow at dawn as cockerels do I pulled a sweet hen And now and again We dine on an omelette made for two....

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If you can ignore the hen, the date will be fine. She was not sure what this cryptic message meant. He arrived with a hen on his head, ready to dine. Like others, her heart immediately turned to cement. She made an excuse and left quickly enough. Like all the others, he told his disbelieving brother. He never tired of talking...

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Loretta was wearing a bikini with polka dots that dazzled. We were loving her attitude, it was wild, sweet and razzled. Many were fearful for she had more confident than most. I liked her a lot when I realized she was my henhouse host. She played Beach boy’s music, and you know it’s always right. She was dancing with joyful...

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Soft-shelled things by their sources laid On spots assuring them no raid: In my poultry picked up by maid, With care handled or her upbraid “Boiled or Omelets but with bread, For my breakfast do as I’ve said!” I’d quip: Mirror Image of Earth! As birds live, we’ll record no dearth, In shape completely the oval - All Eggs and The Earth are...

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When I loved the Hen was then: A hen sings not like a wren; Hence, not in my Good Books Hen While, there, safe and sound Wren! The sounds hens make not for pen If poets did adore them: when? He was no poet: George O Ben, Never a verse dropped: Friend ken. Hens Ben loved fried as chicken, Time Ken would invade kitchen... Prefer...

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