And a surreal chicken photo:
One of my readers just left this most FANTASTIC poetry in the comments section of my Hen Haiku:
Haiku was ready.
Then I felt I got a kick:
The Lady wants a Limerick.
That's why I thought it's wiser
to offer both not, either. :)
However I came to think of:
Two hens who lived in London planned
To walk to Melbourne overland,
But, footsore in Southampton Row
when there were still some miles to go,
They thought it wise to not extend
The Journey to the bitter end.
Many thanks to Sean Jeating, for his much-better, chickeny version of this. And if he hadn't told me otherwise, I'd have thought he wrote the entire poem himself. It warmed the cockles of my heart on a blustery winter day (is there REALLY going to be a -40C windchill tomorrow?! And what's this about a frostbite alert?! Lalalala, I can't hear them!)
"Bitter end"... I think for my hens that would be Willie or Chef Nick's STEW POT!