Hens On The Hunt Poem by Ima Ryma

We three hens like to get dressed up
And go down to the club to view
Sights we need our glasses for, yup,
So our focus is clear and true.
We gals are regulars and so
We get a table right up front,
Have a great birds' eye of the show,
Engaging in a friendly hunt.
And when the hunted come on stage,
We gals are filled with joyous chills.
It's really hard to act our age,
As we stuff waistbands with our bills.

We enjoy finding fellowship,
Watching all the young roosters strip.