Why did the chicken cross Abbey Road?
Because it was there,
but which came first?
Obviously, not the egg,
as it has no legs.
The first chicken to cross the road,
feeling peckish,
not one to throw in the towel,
when told, 'Walk, don't run a fowl,'
and, faster than a speeding pullet,
or so it is said,
was one giant leap for poultry,
one small step
for a Rhode Island Red.
But, by the look on the freckled face
of the old speckled hen,
arriving alive on the other side,
her tranquility was not expanded,
when she heard the words announced,
'The Eagle has landed!'
Tour the mansions of Rhode Island
(And it doesn’t matter which)
And discover just how different
Life can be if you are rich.
Want to throw a little party?
Ask 400 of your friends
While your servants prep and coddle
For the fun that never ends.
Have some outfits made in Paris;
Order in the best champagne.
Bathe in water from the ocean.
(Watch the salt go down the drain!)
Walk on floors laid in mosaics;
Dance ‘neath crystal chandeliers.
Stroll through gardens planted solely
To outdo those of your peers.
Never mind the lowly rabble
Who are born to work and serve
For the really wealthy do believe
They get what they deserve.
I say...I say
that
college boy
up yonder
with
them
college books
over there
ain't
smarter
than
a
ten watt
lightbulb
said
the
Rhode Island Red Rooster
Beyond the gates,
Where the old bakery stood,
Was a memory of cold hands and
The saving glittering gems of the jelly doughnut.
Then late for practice and asthmatic from suicides.
My mother's voice calling in the wind.
When is it all reconstructed the right way?
Under what gray moon do things flutter with meaning
As deep as our bones?
RHODE ISLAND
small,
needs
little
poetry
the biding time of......
the bride of,and man flower
the power of,people
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