Short Clucked Poems

life’s unstable death’s staid ~ recombobulation comes by getting laid 

clucked a hen to her sterile rooster ~ being axed by the kitchen maid

who was having a fling with the butler ~ he certainly made her grade


By
David Kavanagh...

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Can't life's garden be happy
    without thistles or thorns
  Does the rosebush need brambles
    to greet blue skies of morn

  These questions I asked my father
    and my mother ~
  They each clucked their tongues
    told me to play with my brother......

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I had a fat goose and she clucked
Each time a soft feather got plucked
The goose then got old
And could not be sold
So into my oven – you’re ‘cooked’!


Thanks to Andrea Dietrich for her invaluable advice in helping me with the ending of the poem

04~25~17...

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The eighth of May, is mother’s day,
My son keeps chickens, eggs to lay,
Kids came for lunch, love them so, 
Told us about their chicken Flo,
Laying not easy, Flo clucked loud,
Hungry after her feat, was proud,
Greedy for seed put neck through pen,
Just too far, now a beheaded hen.

Competition Entry: A LAY FOR A DAY IN MAY
SPONSOR: ANDREA DIETRICH
DATED: 08/05/2022...

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Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.
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The cow was playing cowbells,
Giddy Goat joined in on his guitar,
The horse was hoofing bongo drums.
Animals started coming from afar.

The chicken clucked an egg out,
Pig was oinking right in time,
Duck was tinkling on her triangle
While dog was hammering on his chime.

Pussy picked up her piccolo,
Goose was flapping on his flute,
Donkey brayed on a big trombone,
It really was a farmyard hoot!


-more poems like this can be found at:
kidscomedypoetry.com.au...

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Freddie the goat was as wide as a boat
His hair was long, tangled and whiffy
He asked Maisie the cow could she help him right now
And she mooed she would in a jiffy

Joey the horse said with some force
My tail is also quite smelly
So Maisie mooed here I’ll make it real clear
I can also shave your big belly

Daisy the hen clucked from her pen
Could you take a look at my feathers?
Maisie then mooed you’re so very rude 
I do all three of you nitwits together

September 6th 2016...

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