Racist hen
“I don’t know what happened.”
Said the hen on the eggs:
“Suddenly voice in me told me ‘be a mother.’”
“And the eggs…why reject? ”
Asked the hen with crown, her neighbour.
“Do not know; same feeling.”
Both of them, the crowned, crown-less
Two friends in the farm, concubines
“You cruel, rejected my brown lovely eggs.”
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