God gave chickens to Pearly
in the heart of Africa
on a hillside overlooking tea
and to her mommy in motor-ridden Florida’s
idyll by the sea
Pearly’s chickens came approved
with governmental stamps
Mommy’s in a book perused while children
practice Chicken Dance
Where God goes home to sleep
Pearly hands out chicks
while Mom decifers riddles
about Chaucer’s saucy wit (It's just stupid and spontaneous... but I like the balance of chickens there and chickens here)
4 comments:
I'm just going to write something to see if it works.
hahaha. it works. finally.
I love your chicken poem
! Do you have break soon? I miss u! Need coffee, beer or wine break w/ u.
I tried to subscribe to your blog, but the link gave me a whole page of code-gibberish :-(
Janine
Janine, I wonder why. I'll look at it and see if I can figure it out.
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