Laundry Day at the Chicken Farm

maestrowork · Aug 13, 2006

When the spin cycle starts
Do you grab the chicken and run?
Or do you take them for a ride?

maestrowork · Aug 13, 2006

Foghorn said to Tweetie
Wear clean underwear
my dear
when you don't know when
the next axe will fall

kdnxdr · Aug 13, 2006

white chickens;
depends
on rose colored glasses
forgotten
in the wheelbarrow

ddgryphon · Aug 13, 2006

I wear my white
depends

living in
the hope

that my age
doesn't

make me truly
chicken

kdnxdr · Aug 15, 2006

white, red
chickens
depends
on what you want

A. Hamilton · Aug 15, 2006

dark meat or white
much depends on this choice
so say the heart doctors

Unique · Aug 16, 2006

Since so much
depends

upon the price
dear

tell us now
chickens

white capon or
hen

maestrowork · Aug 16, 2006

I forgot
where I put my chicken
until I looked
into the dryer
so full of feathers

kdnxdr · Aug 16, 2006

wheelbarrow,
cradle of dependency,
I'm a chicken
white with fright
and red with embarrasment
to confess
my agrarian ignorance

A. Hamilton · Aug 16, 2006

the rednecked sherrif
in his brown uniform
knocked on the farmer's door
arrest warrant in hand

so much depends,
he told the farmer's wife
on what's inside your dryer
he found white feathers

the farmer shuffled out
his hands and feet in cuffs
his wife worrying after him
in her red hat

ddgryphon · Aug 16, 2006

So much depends
on not

hitting the
chicken

and leaving
it dead

beneath the red
wheelbarrow

ddgryphon · Aug 17, 2006

white chicken crossed
black road

escaping
dew wet

wheelbarrow
wielding

crazed farmer from
red barn

Susie · Aug 17, 2006

Your poems are all superb
As I write this by the chicken coop.
But instead, I'll go inside
And have some chicken soup!

Super poem, Good Word & everyone's!

kdnxdr · Aug 17, 2006

working with chicken, red, white, depends, wheel and barrow:

castrated pig
pivots in dance
red
and in debt
looks to the roulette
afraid
of spiritual purity,
yet hoping,
all visible rays of the spectrum
will encircle
his hoary head,
assuage his anger,
and lay him 'neath the hill
in peace

C:kid

Unique · Aug 18, 2006

white wheelbarrow
stained

red blooded
chickens

martyred
in the name

of Sunday
dinner

Jaycinth · Aug 18, 2006

What’s that, white chicken?
Is it me you’d peck?
Silly birdie, I’ve got your neck.

Hand full of chicken, quite enough said.
I’ve got teeth,
I’ve got your head.

Headless chicken.
Cannot squalk
Run around bleeding, soon you won’t walk.

Pluck the whole carcass and give it to Megan
She’ll eat it all,
Cause today I’ll eat vegan.

Paint · Aug 18, 2006

grandma took out the chicken food
wrapped up in her apron.
"Chick! Chick! Chick!"
the birds would come runnin'
her favorite was red
with white spots. She
called it Maude
it ate right out of her
pocket.

Stew21 · May 2, 2007

saw Dirk posted a link to this in the contest thread, it needs a revival!

anyone game for more Chicken poems?

KellyAssauer · May 2, 2007

Why not a Duck?

I can handle comments
constructive,
rude or terse,...
but no comments at all?
Makes me a chicken
to post here,
another verse!

kdnxdr · May 2, 2007

poultry
without recourse
becomes the main
course
if they become
dependant
on the farmer's cart
to get them around

A. Hamilton · May 2, 2007

so much depends
on the weather
when serving
chicken at a picnic

so much depends
on pepto-bismol

JRH · May 4, 2007

Watching the chickens and roosters
Dance their merry dance,
The young farm boy soon realized
A yearning for romance,
Yet knew that it was doubtful
That he'd ever get that chance,
For he was a little chicken.

ddgryphon · May 5, 2007

No chicken poetry, I think I tapped out on the last bit, I just feel compelled to share that we recently obtained 25 chickens--in pursuit of fresh eggs, or so Mrs. Gryphon tells me. It has already cost me the building of a coop and several weeks of living with the little peeps in the house.

kdnxdr · May 6, 2007

so much depends on
25 chickens: eggs
and Mrs. Gryphon's happiness;
what's the cost
of building a chicken coop
and sleeping with the peeps?
only my red eyes
and white fluff to clean.

A. Hamilton · May 6, 2007

A few eggs a day
will be a reward
but with a breakfast so plain,
will your tastebuds get bored?
I predict in a week
or two if you wait
Mrs Gryphon will seek
raising a pig for your plate.

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