Fluffy Bantam Hen Poem by C Richard Miles

Fluffy bantam hen,
Sitting in the pen,
Will I shortly see
One new egg for me?

You shall have to wait,
For I’m running late
Can’t you have, instead,
Something less, well, bread?

Just try one more time;
You’re a friend of mine.
I have time to spare,
If you need more air.

I can’t seem to push
Though you’re in a rush;
There might have to be
Something else for tea.

I have set the plate
But I still will wait
Twiddling my thumbs
Until that egg comes.

It has seemed to stop.
Can’t you use the shop,
Since you’ve got the legs
To go buying eggs?

Since you can’t complete:
My thoughts turn to meat;
It will have to be
You I have for tea.

Give me some more time.
It will soon be fine.
After all you’ve said,
You don’t want me dead.

Lazy, little hen,
I won’t ask again:
No egg came from you
You will have to do.

Phew, the job is done
It was not much fun.
There it is, my dear.
I don’t need to fear.

Thank you, my fine hen.
Omelettes once again
Now I’ll try to make
When that egg I break.

Pleased to be of use
And I speak the truth
That the egg will be
Tastier than me.

Since I’m getting near,
I’ll just put it here,
As I’m looking for
Keys to the back door.

Stupid little man,
If that was your plan,
I see that you’ll find
You will change your mind.

Bother, I have found
It’s now on the ground
And I fear that it’s
Broken into bits.

That was your own fault
Since you are a dolt:
Eggs are round, and prone
To roll, when alone.

Darling bantam hen,
Dare I ask again?
Surely you won’t say
I should go away?

As you plainly see,
Since it wasn’t me
Knocked it off the shelf,
Lay one for yourself!