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Yard Birds (Free verse) by Bankrupt_Word_Clerk

Poetry hens cluck Roosters cock-a-doodle-doo In five syllables Spurs flying, wings Slap histrionically Other hens search the yard Scratching with vigor Uncovering choice morsels Moistened with the dung Of another bad Poet giving an eye-gouge To aspirations Of grandeur and angst Retaliation a mere Shattered ego crowing Fowl.

Dovina 23-Jun-05/6:39 PM
Not so for the egg this bird will someday lay, but we all say that is some way. Peck, peck.




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