Chooks Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I am reminded of the flock of Leghorn chooks,
they were so ugly and they laid each day an egg.

Rhode Island Reds were more my style, go check the books...
...I'd want my hand go very slowly up your leg.
Please stay with me, my love, I need your impish smile,
it may well be that it is destiny that rang,

I have those flashes, how I catch you in the aisle,
would you allow me, once again? Don't mind the bang.