She is my one and only hen,
All day long she's in her pen,
Pecking away at the seed,
Listening to love poetry that i read.
My fair feathered loved one,
Every night at the setting of the sun,
I think of you and your tiny beak,
If only you could understand the words i speak.
I will love you to the end,
Though you can never be more than a friend,
Some would say i'm love stricken,
For i'm in love with a chicken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inventive? Yes. Unusual? Yes. A good write? Yes. Now...keep this chicken from heated ovens and frying pans and this expressed love will last. LOL...no offense. I love good chicken myself.