- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Chokin' Chickens
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chokin' chickens?
well, I never
okay, once
I was in the chicken coop
stepping over chicken 'poop'
collecting me some eggs
When I come across a chicken
that was bitching
about me collecting these eggs
I reached past this Hen
and she pecked my hand
and I was a tad bit shaken
When she did it again
'the pecking of my hand'
I grabbed me a handfull of chicken
The hen went to squawking
and wings were a flapping
while I grabbed me an egg
Then the hen just dangled
limp as a wash cloth strangled
I was sorry and sad
I sat this speckled hen down
only for a moment then turned around
and that's when I knew something was wrong
I looked around the chicken coop
stepping over the chicken poop
looking for the hen that was gone
When I looked outside
the mystery subside
as this chicken was still alive
Walking around on the ground
making those chicken sounds
that's when I went back inside
I had never seen a chicken
playing possum
untill this egg collecting day
I can only surmise
that this chicken got wise
and decided it would rather play
There in the chicken coop
stepping over chicken poop
collecting me some eggs
The day I choked a chicken
and was chicken bitten
the dangers of collecting eggs
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 18 years agoThe thing you don't mention's
the thing most important;
was she a big-breasted bird
or a "fowl" scrawny old hen?
sweet GA peachesover 18 years agoin by the title,
but then smiling
with the verse....
there where you are,
I never went there,
though I have passed
them many times,
LOL.
-sGp-
Anonymousover 18 years agoI too, lived on a farm 2 actually...summer would be at my other aunts farm..huge it was...she insisted I collect eggs one morning by myself...and she had the bad , bad turkey...who would mostly wait til one would get to the barn door ...and then would come runnin after us...I could have choked a turkey back then...if I hadn't been so scared of the old bitch...blue
