Nick Hilton

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Dulce Et Dechicken Est - Poem by Nick Hilton

Feathers ruffled,
We headed into no chickens land,
And there with our beaks at the ready,
We trundled onwards,
There was a chickfight,
Going on over head,
As the fighter hens,
Splattered the enemy,
With there breakfast,
And as the shells broke around us,
And we were splattered in egg,
I remember that old lie,
Dulce et dechicken est,
Pro patria eggi.


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  • Martin O'Neill (2/16/2012 4:14:00 PM)


    Ahh! A reader of Owen! This has potential.. I think it could be developed in so many ways and my feverish brain is awash with silliness already! Thank you. Inspiration comes from the most unexpected quarters. I shall be disappointed if I find you have already done so as IU read more of your work..............; =) (Report) Reply

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  • (2/2/2005 10:40:00 AM)


    I'm warming to this theme: -) : -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 2, 2005



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