Don’t sit on my chicken,
who warms her egg,
that rests on the hay.
It would not be the best day,
with slimy hay,
and a broken egg,
and a squashed chicken.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Whaaaaat? Oh my goodness!! 🤣🤣
This has a “This is the house that Jack built…” vibe🤣
There's nothing messier than a broken egg in the nest... except maybe a squashed hen 🤔
hehe.. That was a fun one.. You really have some good pictures to create a story 😃 I loved this side of you. Good Job!
Such a playful, quirky poem! Imagine the chicken giving you a side-eye and clucking, "You're gonna be in big trouble if you squish my egg!" :D Wouldn't want a squashed chicken, after all!