a poem in my pocket

TweetSpeak Poetry celebrates April as National Poultry (Poetry) Month!

I think that I will never see a thing as
lovely as a turkey (struttin’ his stuffin’)

Writing poultry means lots of scratching
and requires a bit of gravel in the gizzard.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
She wanted to be poultry in motion.

Fine feathered friends don’t let hens
drive drunk to live poultry slams…

Concerned about April 30th, Poultry in
my Pocket Day? Find a cute chick!