When I was very young, one of my "chores" was to feed my Gramma's chickens. They were not nice bird.. read moreWhen I was very young, one of my "chores" was to feed my Gramma's chickens. They were not nice birds. They were quite mean, pecking at me and chasing me...besides they smelled horrible!
I liked them much better fried...
11 Years Ago
There was a small farm across the street from my grand parents' house, and I remember the little chi.. read moreThere was a small farm across the street from my grand parents' house, and I remember the little chickies making their way across the street... very cute. But, I really never had any dealings with farm animals. I'm sure it was not the most fun place to be! :) I'm sure if those chickens had opened their beaks and talked, you might have liked them! LOL!
11 Years Ago
My Grandfather had one of the biggest dairy farms in the area, right up by Lake Erie. We had cows.... read moreMy Grandfather had one of the biggest dairy farms in the area, right up by Lake Erie. We had cows...strictly milk cows...and chickens. We supplied milk, cream, butter and eggs...and fresh chicken. There were dogs...and a great many cats who kept the rats out of the barns. There was a short period when we had pigs, but my Gramma wouldn't keep them. Pigs will eat anything that doesn't eat them first...including an unwary grandchild...
So many pieces on here are close to the heart, sad, real etc etc but then you come across this and it makes me laugh. Thank you for this one Rita.....well done.
This poem was so out of the ordinary that it inspired me to write it in an alternative way. I used some of your words and ideas here in /0/0/ five syllable meter to bring about the following gift poem for you which you may keep as your own:
Farm Rebellion
A hen, cow, and pig
on MacDonald's Farm
heard that his main gig
was to mean them harm.
"Not true!" said the cow.
"That right!" said the hen.
"We're chow!" said the sow,
"Don't trust farming men."
The pig had a plan
to save one and all.
She met with the man
eyeball to eyeball.
The man stammered some,
"E.e...I...E.e...I... oh..."
No harm was to come.
This song, you well know.
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