So many years
ago in days
of my youth,
as i was
walking down
the street uptown
saw a sign
which read
baby chicks
only 1 penney
each, what
a deal that
was i said
to my self
so i bought
100 of them,
took them home,
my mom said
too many chicks
that would be.
she let me
keep a few,
the rest went
back to feed
store, thus
ending my dream
of fame and fortune
as a chicken king tycoon.
Dreams too easily shattered there Jim, who knows perhaps you were made for better things, all the best Love duncan X
Brought a smile to my face. Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, though. Or put them all in one basket. -chuck
I thought she might have egged you on Jim, and let you have a crack at it. I adored chicks as a child too, we kept chicken then and they were always producing. A delight holding each fluffy bundle. they were wonderful. Good subject here, I enjoyed reading it. Love Ernestine XXX
Poem does make one think about their own failed dreams of fortune and fame nice one I hope this was what you were shooting for here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the piece but must say as a vegetarian i have little lament over this particular spoiled dream