#chicken
Life to a worldly egg?
Sakes and the image of a music
In your mind, too **** to beg?
Liberate a shrewdness with a smile altruistic?
Verse of a voice, that has no vogue
Scent of a wish in the breeze, to add a road
Light of the witness, we meant to a boat
Where we wait on water, to gage a blind soul
Smile and ponder, prosperity
Your money on the line, is a true friend
That has a loud question, for a wink of yours
Rue the sight of a glass, in a frustrated glares lend
Bare with me, your smile
Antiquity is no hint of said hello's, except to create
A crasser visit from the wish of a salty shyness
Speak little me, and the tin of another, will begin to fate
Tastey isn't it?
A craving of lips and tongue, to sing the body electric
With me as the angel of boding, that has a certain wit
Smiles with no imagination, typically ask of a tomorrow, it
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
daisies bloom, solos boom,
still warm, bodies warn
grave words, poppy worms;
headbang squirms their doom,
moshing out garden's tomb!
under petal, ground level,
from afar, bizarre and gross
up close, little more grandiose;
under your nose, beneath your toes,
ammo to oppose our foes!
tremble... chickens assemble!
over pedal, guitar rebel,
a memoir of a festival
mass-hell sick mess-hall;
last table, beak-feast fable,
proud soldiers stand tall!
army bloated, locked and loaded,
white death splatters ****** red
war-in no way-out, out of hand;
my friend, you did not misread,
poop-bullets worm KFC-heads!
I beg your pardon, excuse the jargon
Talking about: "Worms for the Garden"
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 4:09 PM UTC
Why are infomercials [still]
Simply satisfying?
Whether it be cleaning something squeaky clean,
Or cooking in a rotisserie, our commercials have become us;
The ways, in which, we think,
Or our attention spans of 30 seconds, or less;
But why the repetitiveness, unto the wee morning hours
Of cooking a chicken, and cleaning afterwards?
©2026Ellen Finn
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 1:17 PM UTC
Scientists have just discovered
that the egg came before the chicken.
But the philosophers are claiming
that they ****** it out of their finger.
I wonder how the egg feels about it;
it must think of it a cracking joke!
And chicken? Probably is saying: 'No way!'
I bet it has ruined its day.
And me? I'm just a human being,
by the whole discourse unperplexed.
The only question I ask is
what's on my plate today:
chicken or eggs?
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
You're not as young
as you used to be,
stooped over
with weak, and bad knees,
your lower back is aching,
there are pains everywhere,
arthritis, aching joints, but
Life has Been Fair,
You can't move like you used to
You are starting to slow down,
You take your time now,
Carefully moving yourself around
You're fatigued, breathy and tired,
You are out of breath indeed,
You can't do it like you used to,
Settling down is what you really need.
Your bones are cracking,
Your get up us gone
People's move ahead of you
As you are slowly pushing along
Be careful what you do, and
Please take your time, because,
You're no spring chicken,
Your youth has left you Behind!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/18/2025
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
He was a cluck-fu chicken
And he brought his feathered fight kickin'
And there was no denying
That he was masterful and mighty!
He knew a chicken sensei
Who trained him day and night
The way to do instant striking moves
'Til his skill was out of sight
But there's one thing that happened
When push came to shove,
He had to bring his full-fledged chicken fight from above!
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
i'm sorry i'm too chicken ****
to confess to you
i'm sorry my anxious ***
can't tell you the truth
there are so many ******* things i cant do
so i'm sorry i'm too chicken ****
to confess to you
so for now i'll just flirt and blush
like a schoolgirl with a lame ******* crush
i'm sorry if i'm too much
and i'll continue to hide
how i actually feel,
too many parts of me
that i must conceal
none of this even feels real
and no matter how much
i hide the truth
i'm sorry i'm too chicken ****
to confess to you
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
🦊
Even a fox
has heroic tales to tell
Epic chases, Narrow escapes,
Bravery under Moonlight.
But,
every victory
was won
against chicken.
🐓
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
An Irishman once had the luck
To find a free chicken to cluck:
They went to the coop
Where the chicken would ploop,
But the chicken, turns out, was a duck.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
I got a chicken sandwich,
I was hungry as a witch,
But how I was disappointed,
It was so underdone I was plucking feathers out it!
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
Mount Fuji obscures
chicken-based tests conceal coop's
top-notch
t-rex flight assumes reveal scopes'
Giant Robot outcomes:
Buckethead's creativity nested Japan mounted ingenuity BucketheadLand's productivity ahead bucketbots' renowned enemy... wicked!
Chickencoopscope made,
bucket englobed goal fate,
ideas parts perpetuum upgrade
ignites bucketbots' graphic date
KFC EMPLOYEES ON A PLASTIC PLATE!
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 4:36 AM UTC
so, tell me,
how does it feel
to be, so, finger licken good
you've, been puck, and tuck
from the neck,
down, to your feet
so how, does,
it, feel,
to be so finger licken good
you've, been powder, and pampered,
and felt up, in places,
you,
yourself,
couldn't, even reach
so how, does,
it, feel,
to be, so **** tasty,
just, so, lip, watering crispy
that, I'd knock down
my little, old granny,
just,
to get, a another,
greasy, fried bite
so, tell me,
how does it feel
to be, so, finger, licken, good
that you have won, first place
right on top of my plate
so, tell me,
how does it feel
aka: lyricvixen
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 11:02 PM UTC
The stylish kitchen
was where the chicken
had to be prepared
and couldn't be spared
by the good old chef
who was known as Jeff
on that fateful day
with the baking tray
placed in the oven
heated to govern
the cooking of which
was a dinner pitch
for that very night
with the stars so bright
in the sky above
everyone would love
who were invited
and be delighted
on that occasion
without persuasion
to share in some feast
not saying the least
that could've been said
if it was just bread
with a bowl of stew
for some hungry crew.
And so it happened
they were all fattened
by the food they ate
as they supped 'till late
and when the time came
the guests couldn't blame
the chef or the host
for the chicken roast
and the side dishes
which pleased the wishes
of all the guests there
who enjoyed the fare
with many a thanks
without any blanks
and there it ended
the night presented.
All the guests who came
did not leave the same
because of the food
eaten that was good.
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Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 10:16 PM UTC
My granny loved Banny hens.
They are small but they can be feisty.
Just as was she.
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
****** chicken soup,
Yum Yum,
Puddles of chicken soup
All over the space,
There's a tornado of soup
These days
Plenty of chicken soup
In the fridge too.
Happy the family,
Forevermore
For gallons of chicken soup
Every day made in the bathtub...
Hot warming the heart to the bones
******
Bon on sweet
Puddles of yum yum,
On a plate the bowl
Of YummyYum,
****** chicken soup.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
My face growing
like a sunshine
because
my chickens grew
up like ostriches
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
Which came first:
The chicken or the egg?
Well, the **** of the walk
Of course!
You ought to know, silly kid,
That he has always ruled the roost, —
Kicking up dirt
Crowing all the live-long day
Fighting anything that he sees
All to prove his strength.
That's how he has always been, —
One day, he just wanted to take his dominance
That little step further
And so, the world gave him a hen.
So quiet and gentle
Sweet and demure
She balances him out quite nicely.
She spends most of her days
Resigned to her coop
Laying egg after egg
In her warm, dark room.
She attends to the ****
Whenever he wants her
Then becomes a living factory once again, —
Producing babies and food
Food and babies.
She does this for most of her life, —
Until she gets too old, that is.
She dries up, gets fat
And, by Sunday,
She'll be on our table for dinner.
Laughing and chewing
Clucking and squalling
We'll sink our teeth in,
Never once thinking
About how her entire lifetime
Was defined by giving
And the **** —
Well, it won't take him long
To pick out a younger, prettier chick
To take her place.
Which came first, —
The chicken or the egg?
Obviously, it was the **** of the walk, —
The one who screams his triumph at every sunrise
The one whose meat is too tough for us to devour
The one who will never, ever die.
Everything else is just a page in his never-ending story, —
Everything else
Is merely consequential.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
Cherry plums for the small goat
Pits for the large chicken
Milk and water
Bury; slaughter
Remember to call me when it's done.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
We can stop and see the leaves
stretched out above our head
Our heads are not so high
And it's only ground we tread
My favorite part of life
Just to breathe
As I lay and watch the stars
I feel the ground beneath
Connecting me
We can stop and see the leaves
But what's connecting me
Like roots spread out in all directions
Our heads are not so high
It's the simple ground we tread
And in the soil
Our lives we toil
Yes our blood is in the soil
And I just breathe
I thank God for food to eat
I feel the ground beneath
As I lay and watch the stars
Stretched out above our heads
Our dreams are powerful
It's the simple ground we tread
My favorite part of life
Connecting me
The stars up high in heaven
The roots of mighty tree
And I just breathe
Our lives we toil
I thank God for food to eat
And in the soil
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:26 AM UTC
I have to come out.. I won't offer lies..
there's something I just can't disguise,
my tastes are different than other guys..
I'm simply in love with chicken *** pies!
It started when I was quite small in size,
when mom shopped for her weekly supplies.
She worked all day and thought it'd be wise
to make *** pies one of her regular buys.
Loved 'em then, and this truth still applies-
Don't give me fried chicken wings or thighs,
don't serve a burger with greasy old fries,
don't cook fancy foods and don't improvise..
There's one taste sensation I dearly prize!
The best frozen meal you could ever devise!
If you want to impress or want to surprise,
just cook up a couple of chicken *** pies!
Now that this poem has reached its demise,
I'll pre-heat the oven and say my goodbyes.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC