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Chicken Poetry March 31, 2008

Filed under: The Adventures of "Fat Chick" — auntlelo @ 8:45 am

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Henrietta: Hello world! That woman at the desk hasn’t allowed me to talk for weeks and weeks and today I finally get another chance to take over her blog and tell you about all the things that have been happening here. I may even allow the Fat Chicken to speak as well!

Fat Chick: Gee thanks. How come you get to talk first on the blog now? I’ve always been the first speaker and in charge of the blog!

Henrietta: Well, you see dear that’s because when we were on the table you were the first to arrive there and had seniority. Since we’ve been moved to our new location on the filing cabinet I was first to arrive and, therefore, I am now in charge. Understand?

Fat Chick: Sounds like a beak full of hooey to me.

Henrietta: Since I’m in charge I thought my blog posts would introduce the world to a little culture. Today we’re going to hear about chicken in poetry. Poultry have appeared in fine literature for centuries, don’t you know?

Five eggs and five eggs,
(Hold up two hands)
That makes ten;
Sitting on top is the Mother Hen.
(Fold one hand over the other)
Crackle, crackle, crackle;
(Clap three times)
What do I see?
Ten fluffy chickens
(Hold up 10 fingers)
As yellow as can be.

Fat Chick: You’re kidding me, right? What kind of nonsense is this? Nursery school poems on my blog! And, in case you didn’t notice, we don’t have fingers Henrietta. How are we supposed to perform your stupid little poem?

Henrietta: Really Fat Chick, I’m trying to introduce a bit of culture into the blog by showing the importance of poultry in fine literature. It’s very important to be a well educated chicken you know.

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Fat Chick: Good grief! This is not fine literature Henrietta, they’re nursery rhymes. The only mention of poultry in fine literature is usually when someone is eating it. Stupid bird.

Henrietta: Well, I think it’s important when I have control of the blog to highlight our appearance in poem and song. We are a proud group, we fowl, and I want the world to appreciate us more and eat us less. You would do well to support us in this effort Fat Chick.

Fat Chick: Ya, well, okay. So let me see, I know a poem about chickens too!

Henrietta: Really? What is it?

Fat Chick:

Said the first little chicken,
With a strange little squirm,
“I wish I could find
A fat little worm.”

Said the next little chicken,
With an odd little shrug:
“I wish I could find
A fat little bug.”

Said a third little chicken,
With a small sigh of grief,
“I wish I could find
A green little leaf!”

Said the fourth little chicken,
With a faint little moan,
“I wish I could find
A wee gravel stone.”

“Now, see here!” said the mother,
From the green garden patch,
“If you want any breakfast,
Just come here and scratch!”

Henrietta: Why, that’s wonderful Fat Chick! I didn’t know you knew any poetry. But, it’s not surprising that yours focuses on a chicken and its food.

Fat Chick: I guess you think all of us chicks are fat and uneducated. My Mama Chick taught me that one years ago when I was just a little hatchling!

Henrietta: Next time we’ll think of songs that have chicken themes. Did your Mama Chick teach you any of those?

Fat Chick: Sure! I think my favorite is Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd! 🙂

 

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