We have all heard it asked
why did the chicken cross the road?
The answer is so simple;
the poor old chicken had BO.
The other chickens pointed a wing and said, “Go.”
So off he trotted in despair,
and crossed the road without a care,
because on the other side,
the grass was greener there.
19 May 2007
Oh this is so much fun David. I will have to bear that in mind when serving sunday dinners.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That good old chicken thinking like many of us, 'the grass is greener on the other side'. A lovely fun poem, I love your funnies David.--Melvina--