There was a young man from Nantucket
Who loved a young hen, which would cluck. It
Would ruffle each feather
And get it together
Then scratch for a worm in the muck. It
Was piteous to see how the fellow
Adored both its feet, which were yellow
And its fine orange bill
Which she polished with skill
To make it look gorgeous and mellow.
Alas, such a love could not be
They were from diff'rent species, you see.
So the hen she returned
To her cockerel: he learned
That in life, D.N.A., must agree.
A contest entry
- There Was a Young Man From Nantucket by Alpha-Q.
300 points, ended August 27, 2008, 15 entries
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Very clever! I like it. Here's three bunnies.
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Only if you want to reproduce.
Let's hear it for the birds and the bestiality.
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Now
I'm aching to get clucked. -
The "It" business had the nice Shakespearean touch, Barty thinks. Barty's limerick is better though as it is rude. Verry rude. It will blow your hat off, Whew!
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You are razor sharp as always. very clever honey, very clever. xx
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Clever and funny. Good luck with it. I like the hen's fine orange bill. How could he resist? Well, as you point out, he pretty well had to.
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I really like the direction you took with this--clever and amusing.
Good luck in the contest,
Bill
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oh that is so wrong, and here I clicked on it thinking I could read a poem which would rip my heart out- hahaha.. I'm glad I got to have a good chuckle instead.
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