Thursday, July 13, 2006

Why Young Chicks Cross the Road





Why Young Chicks Cross the Road**

Young rooster's calling, hear him crow.
The farmer's in the barnyard, tho.
He will not see me cross the street -
loose chicklet running to and fro.

The broody hens are fat and sweet,
content to keep their breasts and feet
inside the coop, behind the wire,
surrounded by the corn and wheat.

But I am young and filled with fire -
a pullet cheeping with desire.
The only other sound's the beep
of blaring horn and screeching tire.

The road is scary, stark and steep -
but I've a cock I've yet to meet
and eggs to lay before I sleep
and eggs to lay before I sleep.

**Thanks to editor, C. Sharpe, at Folly who took a chance and published this....and who consistantly puts out an ezine of top-shelf, high quality "lite verse" several times a year.

9 comments:

Colorsonmymind said...

Oh this is adorable and made me smile

GreenishLady said...

Wonderful! Marvellous! Fun! I really enjoyed this, especially those last few lines. SO clever. Thank you.

twitches said...

Oh, the last two lines really made it for me! Funny!

jim said...

I love what you do in the final quatrain! And the contrast between the content hens and this young pullet. Thank you for the play!

Tina With Wings said...

Oh man, I love this!

ecm said...

Super fun! Great rhythmn

Dana said...

This is fantastic.

Deb R said...

Oh that's fun - especially the ending! Too cool!

Rob Mackenzie said...

You might also enjoy Sinéad Morrissey's parody at:

http://www.qub.ac.uk/heaneycentre/research/sineadpoemdrivingalone.htm