"chickies" poems
Red rooster strut your stuff!
Puff up your chest,
Fill the room with your allure.
Capture an audience with your grace.
Cock-a-doodle-doo
All the little chickies gather ‘around,
Admiring your strong calls,
Sharp claw feet,
Beautiful red face,
Like a stop sign to ward off intruders.
Little chickies now feel safe.
Are you, are you a red rooster?
Standing firm in your space,
No one dares to give you chase!
Cock-a-doodle-doo
Are you one of the little chickies
or Red rooster strutting his stuff?
Admiring chickies or strong rooster?
Cock-a-doodle-doo! Who are you?
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
The big secret
to producing
perfect eggs
is to let them hatch
into wee chickies,
christen them Buddy
and Isabella
and
love them
for the rest
of their lives
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 6:43 PM UTC
Jealousy, wha is it?
Jealous playboy's with dolla Bill's try to throw out a krispy one hundreds, but dose boy's not fooling ma self.
Jealousy, like reely wha is it?
Women trying to purposeful to hurte us.
And when dey Kant get what dey want
Dey throw out jealous merda,? Like OK
Merda yuo throw
I jus ignore da hata's and playa's.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC