chicken shit poem

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chicken shit poem ( meop tihs nekcihc )

little rubber hen
rule the roost & jump the queue
peck the scattered corn

so the order falls
crow as if a waking cock
rising of a morn

like a feathered nob
choking as the bishops bash
catching not the pox

baring braver teeth
dare to be a rarer bird
fending off a fox

see who gives a cluck
by the side of speeding lanes
playing games with trucks

giz an egg – or two
strut the headless dance of death
– if you have the guts

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