Grilled smoked and fried.
It needs to be kept warm,
Or otherwise it will die.
As the mother chicken lays her eggs,
They will start to grow.
It needs to be looked after,
Not shaken to and fro.
The mother hen is happy,
Happy as can be.
Her little baby chick,
Will hopefully not be tea.
Under the mother chicken,
She starts to feel a shake.
Her little baby chick,
Will now start to wake.
Now the chick has hatched,
To it's leg attatched,
The big ball of yolk,
It's mother is so stoked.
As it grows larger wings,
It will get fatter.
As it's mother feeds it,
Food for it's bladder.
Now the chicken has grown up,
It is ready to mate.
But the very first thing to do,
Is find a date.
The life cycle will start again,
Round and round and round.
As it gets older,
It will gain pounds and pounds.
The mother hen is happy,
Happy as can be.
Her little baby chick,
Will hopefully not be tea.
Under the mother chicken,
She starts to feel a shake.
Her little baby chick,
Will now start to wake.
Now the chick has hatched,
To it's leg attatched,
The big ball of yolk,
It's mother is so stoked.
As it grows larger wings,
It will get fatter.
As it's mother feeds it,
Food for it's bladder.
Now the chicken has grown up,
It is ready to mate.
But the very first thing to do,
Is find a date.
The life cycle will start again,
Round and round and round.
As it gets older,
It will gain pounds and pounds.
A humorous and entertaining poem Sam! It is enjoyable and it makes me smile. The first verse is a little confusing. I would have liked you to define when it is cooked and when it needs to be kept warm.
ReplyDeleteBe careful with rhyming because unless you wnat it to be a fun poem it can make it sound corney!