my menu has a list of names and photos all on view
Rhode Island Reds are in demand
but Plymouth Rocks the Pilgrim way
are certified for those who like the flavor
a boon for those who lack imagination
and we order them raw in concentrated form
displayed inside their shell
for your selection
before they boil them in the kitchen
people hem and haw
between the Barred Rocks and the Wyandots
the Black Monorcas are much in fashion
each will be boiled and color coded
in case one forgets
otherwise they'd all taste the same
Author notes
See prompt: This is about the ludricous idea that we can force our choices of pedigree on the things that are inherently the same
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Ha! Fabulous. Firstly, I'm often annoyed by poetry without punctuation because I find that people don't know how to write a piece properly in its absence. In this case, you seem to have replaced punctuation with line breaks, which is interesting because it works well all the way through. Secondly, this is an excellent commentary on far more than simply eggs. Great work, and keep writing =)
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I recongnized some of the names of these as chickens and I don't know if the rest were I like how you put this poem it was well written and fun to read. Thanks for shearing
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Deeeeep
Yes, propagandized preciousness!!!1
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I love the imagery you use in the poem, I can almost taste the different flavors. And you're very knowledgeable about the topic. I had no idea that they all tasted the same if you cooked them a certain way. I guess it all comes down to humans being hilariously misguided. Great job on this poem, you're quickly becoming a favorite of mine on this site. I look forward to reading more from you in the future, because each poem I find of yours is a joy to discover. Thank you for contributing to the site!
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I go to the edge for many of my poems and I am always pleased when people respond as favorably as you have to this one. You have been very encouraging. Thank you.
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A thought provoking piece. Why DO people insist on absolutely the same taste everytime. No allowance for change, for progress, for experimentation or even for nature?
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Once again I thank you for plunging into one of my writes. You prompted me to add the word 'taste' and drop the word 'look.' Of course that pulls this together to fit what I mean.
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