My Name Is Ferinus Poem by James McLain

My name is.........Ferinus...succulency, is the middle Roseus.
Why would I care honestly what others eat.
Whether it swims, flies, hops, crawls especially the kind
that walks on two feet, through my field.
You never complain, you never fake it, you do shake it
and every day try to bake it, chicken it is not.
There is some thing special in pink, wink, smile, lips begin
the depths of the most complex of all webs, you tell.
Only such as you, a woman, to fear, carrys these weapons
at both ends of her field.
My name is.........Ferinus...succulency, is the middle Roseus.