Short Chicken Poems
Short Chicken Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Chicken by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Chicken by length and keyword.
Bacon,mushroom blue cheese melt
Chicken tikka naan
Salmon ciabatta
Sweet & sour slice
Vegetable loaf
Calorie
Free !
The alarm clock isn’t going off;
it’s dead there on the stoop.
I fear the feral cats
were in the chicken coop.
"Let go
Let God...
Let reel,
let rod!"
--From the upcoming book,
"Chicken Soup for Your Mind"
by b.e. singer
Kung Pao chicken over rice
a spicy delight
tantalizing my taste buds
Szechuan pepper
lighting a fire
on my tongue
ouch
Grandma's chicken oven fried
every Saturday,
the aroma had power
to pull kids away
from television
cartoon fun~
yum!
Cock-a-doodle doo.
I smell you.
Oven baked; pan fried.
Shake n' bake; even brined.
Any type will do.
Chicken, I love you.
Devilled scalop in bacon
Garlic pea puree
Fiery Karalan chicken
Dishes of corgette
in Romesco sauce
Fire and spice
Nice!
Panoko,coated chicken
With Katzu curry
Gyu sashi,chilli flakes
And plump maki rolls-
A tasty sushi
With rice wine
Fine!
Hope is a thing with feathers,
but are feathers a thing with hope?
Given all the chicken I eat
the answer, I think, is nope.
A barbequed jerk chicken
Saltfish and okra
Snapper & avocado
Fruit & rum cake with
Coconut ice-cream
Steel drium high
Fry!
i love the loot
a spone for coop
i like it hot
boil in a pot
when ite cold
got have a bowl
its makes me toot
CHICKEN SOUP
i food love this thing
it brids bring
make s me sleep
as i eat
and some time i hum
and sing
from taste of
CHICKEN WINGS
a fowl smell tonight
and we turned accusative
huge chicken farms
Dedicated to all the chicken
farms along the interstates.
Chicken is poultry
it’s not poetry
I may write chicken scratch
I’m an artist to match
Mother disowns me
am I truly free?
commune living...
chicken pot
and pie dinner...
~if I am feather brain does that make me a chicken I think therefore I cluck?~
6/14/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Eugenie Smog was a Vegan,
Who lived on seaweed and rice.
But craved a plate of fried chicken;
Oh Yummy, I bet that tastes nice.
His fur was soft and clean
as he ran
it was like a dream
when he tripped and fell
staight into hell
then he started to scream
“War is Hell”, it once was said,
Its ravages will sicken.
Doves, to some, are signs of peace;
To some, they taste like chicken.
Chicken livered gravy
covering rice cake
steamed to puffy kernals
with a broccoli
bunch beside to add
a little green.
Enjoy!
When a chicken can no longer lay any eggs,
it is generally because,
the chicken has reached that change of life
known as henopause.
Once I saw an oddly grouchy grouch,
grousing away on an old couch,
gaping menacingly,
as I eat happily,
my juicy chicken soupy lunch.
1, 6, 10, 9, 6, 3, 3, 4, 7, 1, 5,
8, 8,
We
Opined
Vigorously
Worked
And
The
Home
Chicken
Was
Saved
Peckings
Peckings
Revolutionary supermarket manager
Decides to place the eggs next to the deli chicken
To provoke spirited debate among his customers
Dirty smelly chicken toes,
Harry sticks them up his nose,
Until they are dry, he keeps them in,
then sticks them in a biscuit tin.