Limericks for Chicken Lovers
This is for all those chicken owners
spend time with your chickens all summer
give them shelter and food
then they heighten your mood
and soon you'll have omelettes for dinner.
Our new battalion of egg layers
on the stage our new chicken players
young Stompista came first
a few of them seemed cursed,
they survived through chicken prayer.
When we finally got the coop secure
we painted a sign above the door
covered with chicken wire
your little chicken shire
a place to peep, lay eggs and mature.
Even grown they still seem to escape
sometimes the worry keeps me up late
every morning we count
for a proper amount
save our worry for a later date.
To raise chickens takes a special love
different from pigeon or turtledove
you know what gives this legs
are those delicious eggs
scrambled with cheese and all the above.
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