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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.
Up the ladder:
The Upside-Down Frown
Down the ladder:
Knowledge has such high demands
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Posted: June 22, 2005 7:23 PM PDT; Last modified: June 22, 2005 7:23 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0238404 Overall Rank: 7415 Comments:
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Blue Magpie @ 212.205.251.19
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22-Jun-05/10:06 PM
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Foul play indeed, but let us not be chicken-hearted, I cluck that a little more punctuation might improve the flavour.
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Bankrupt_Word_Clerk @ 71.130.168.146
> Blue Magpie
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23-Jun-05/1:50 PM
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my carefully placed punctuation is precisely where I intended it to be. Nah, I just wrote it out in this form and didn't change a thing. haha!
Not so for the egg this bird will someday lay, but we all say that is some way. Peck, peck.
Funny. And excellent. And true.
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