Short Chicken Feed Poems

Can't follow 1040 instructions?
Need help claiming all those deductions?
Trump knows what you need
Is not chicken feed
But his lawyers skilled in seductions...

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Shouldn't we give thanks to the millions of hens
Who provide us with eggs without compensence
Just chicken feed
I call that greed
Give 'em a wee chick, a home with a white picket fence...

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If chickens have feet,
Why run across the street?
Do chickens have teeth?
And can they eat candy?
What do they put in chicken feed anyway?



8/31/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©...

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I went to the market yesterday,
To buy some needed things;
Coffee and watermelon sorbet,
Pizza and buffalo wings;
Sugar, detergent, and shampoo,
And of course some chicken feed;
Couple of cans of Dinty Moore stew,
I hope that’s all I need!...

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She goosed him to sign the deed,

                                      And kept him on chicken feed;

                                           Soon he became plump

                                           With a loathsome rump

                                      But she could not save a quid....

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Wyatt's alexandrine combined a rhyming fourteen
To introduce a novel verse,to the poetry scene;
For we poets he bequeathed this literary treasure
In couplet of iambs,some christen a 'poulter's measure'.

Note:Thomas Wyatt(1503-42) used over 70 different stanza forms,but now is best known for 
this poulter's measure form(couplets of 12 syllables,alternating with 14,often used for serious 
statements or for burlesque.
I label this quatrain version a 'wyatt'...

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Hens were in the spa for the third time that day
Farmer Jones was angry, for they now had a weird lay
Their eggs were hard-boiled, nothing ready to fry up.
We’ll have to throw away that spa he said to his pup.

If you throw away our spa, we will quit laying they said.
The hens loved sitting in the hot water until their bottoms were red.
Could you give us regular eggs once in a while? Asked Farmer Jones.
Rebel hens laughed, spit chicken feed at him and recited mean poems....

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"It is  the year of the coq"
Said Alice from Dallas
"Rooster rhymes with booster
and gallus with phallus"

Ladies, prepare for a goose
Grope Meister Trump's on the loose
Not one clucking request
Will ever feather your nest

The Russians gave him a boost
So Grope Meister Trump rules the roost
But if you follow his lead,
"You're fired", with no chicken feed!

The Coq struts and crows
But forgets what he owes
To everyone in the coop
Who did not  know "dupe" from poop!...

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