With a flourish of trumpets
but very little real fanfare
a hen pecks at the alphabet
in hopes of cyber-squeal.
Navigating untruthful
to get her vagina situated
she crafts a cover story:
"I'm considered attractive,
but I can't see it myself.
Perhaps you could help me out?
Oh, and by the way, I'm childless."
What a cock-and-cow story.

Thank you for entering this Internet Connection contest, your muse's poem is very interesting, and probably closer to the truth than most will admit!! I'm wishing all the best to you!!
Peace always, xx Cyn 









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