An Ode
[Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay]
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From the Perspective of a Chicken
Hung upside down
Tied in a bundle like a bundle
I, yes me, clucked alone,
Cluck-cluck-cluck!
Were them other chaps sleeping?
Silly they, how could they
When hung upside down?
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Whirring the scooter went
And I, and my folks, went along.
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Sleep evaded and anger rushed
In my chicken veins and heart and brain,
I, yes me, clucked alone
And I concocted a simple plan!
Cluck-cluck-cluck!
Raised neck feathers, I’ll jump, peck, spur and flog,
Them two rascals whirring on this scooter.
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See, do see, you will see, the fight
For I, yes me, am clucking alone.
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Cluck-cluck-cluck!
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Brethren, chaps, wake up
There is a shop
That’s the battleground
Them two rascals whirring on the scooter have professed
Ha! They say it’s a chicken shop
We own no such shop.
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Blood!!!
Clucked the Chicken!
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They’ll see, who is stronger
When not tied in a bundle like a bundle
And hung upside down.
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[Source – Pixabay]
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