Saturday, July 3, 2010
Even the fox won't touch them.
The bitchy hen has it in for both the farmer and the rooster--
And when one of her nasty black eggs cracks open,
An impenetrable night is born.
The rooster begins to lose purpose, as the lightless hours go on and on;
The farmer sleeps for a week.
The bitchy hen's mood improves, and when the sun finally bursts, all at once, into the sky
(as if it had been being held back by colossal, fire-retardant rubber bands),
She lays a black-and-white egg.
It turns out not to be an egg at all, but rather, an unusually spherical calf,
Whose legs and head have not yet arrived in the mail.
So it goes at Cocoanut Farm, which is actually a ginormous boat,
Or, perhaps, some sort of unmoored island with a barn on it.
Stay for breakfast.
We're having eggs.
Stay for dinner.
We're having chicken.
Stay, stay and meet our Queen,
The chattiest cow
You've ever seen.
Clearly, my once-considerable talent has hit rock bottom with this, lol.