
At the National Poultry Show: A Premier Event
Register: Leghorn (Large Fowl Soft Feather Male or Female)
She’s keeping her head down for now—
It’s another so-so morning Officer Cockerell in charge
Pecker, pecker, Lothario lecher screeching every dawn
Rrrr Rrrr Rrrr! Rrrr Rrrr Rrrr! Wake the dead he would
He may raise the sun but shine as it does he’s no king crow
I must admit, I most admire his red upstanding comb
How his wattle loops and glides inviting a nip to his glossy breast
His tail feathers sweeping long and black form a perfect curve
Yet his shanks and spurs scales and toenails no decent hen deserves
How those cluckers detest me since I laid that double yolker last May
I’m forced to forage in dust for food biddies flocking to scoff at me
Crowding my nest turds on my straw squawking wherever I roost
I’m forced to sleep always standing up my eyes half open half shut
Officer Cockerell’s claims if he had his way I’d lay two a day
But nary a Single-Comb Brown-Leghorn stud will be romping on me
Pecker, pecker Rrrr Rrrr Rrrr! We’ll see who wins the grand prize
I’m building up my eggs by size And I’ll be the one who’s Best of Show
Fowl Poultry Chickens Birds Jealousy Sex
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Margaret Koger is a school media specialist with a writing habit. She lives near the river in Boise, Idaho. Her poetry adds new connections to the wayward web of life. See a few more poems on: Collective Unrest, Inez, Voice of Eve, Headway, and Tiny Seeds Literary Journal.