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An English Assignment by the Lovely Assistant
The chicken stands with head stood high,
Reaching it up to the great blue sky.
The chicken struts with a gait so proud,
It has the ego depth of a cloud.
The chicken’s feathers are so fair,
They r’mind me of a maiden’s hair.
The bird has talons made of steel,
It almost seems to be unreal.
The bird has wings built like no other,
They give beatings like a hammer.
They seem cool at one’s first look,
But I present the scars of their hook.
By hook, I mean, the claws on their feet,
And the spreading blood that shows in sheets.
Though I have received many scars,
I will thank my millions of stars,
That they are there when I am blue,
To cackle, and cluck, and finally coo.
2023 Chicken poem.
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