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| Point of Inspiration Chicken/Cock |
Chickens Were Once Chicks
Chickens have wings but don’t fly.
Chicks are baby chickens.
Chicks are small, soft, and make a gentle peeping sound.
And are found in Easter baskets wearing
baby colors; powder blue, pink, yellow and green.
Chickens are domesticated and designed for consumption,
often cultivated with large breasts and small brains.
(He’s a thigh man. I like breasts.)
Chickens cross the road, chicks follow and flatten.
Do you want to play chicken? It’s game where
we drive toward each other at high speed,
the one who wants to survive the most? What a chicken!
Chicken soup, a healing broth,
Chicken Soup for the Soul, a sweet comforting story,
A chick flick, movies made for girls with predictable plot lines,
paint-by-number characters, mostly pink.
Chick lit, not solely romantic, empowering
Jane Austin and Bridget Jones.
And Hen Lit, matrons wearing red hats
and hot flashes. We're no spring chickens!
and hot flashes. We're no spring chickens!
Chicken Little?
Walking around like a chicken with her head cut off!
The sky is falling! The sky is falling! Walking around like a chicken with her head cut off!
Crazy chick disease, it’s a softening of the brain.
Chick magnet/chicken coop
Many chickens but only one
Cock, a member reference, substantial,
Cock-a-doodle-do!
He’s no chicken, nor is he a chick.
Chick, an American slang term for a young girl.
Written for Magpie Tales
Enjoyed this a lot. What a great ride. Wild word association. And funny.
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Cock, a member reference, substantial,' What a great line at the end of the chick chick chick lines.
Really had the hang of your style and your direction toward the end.
ReplyDeleteGood post.
Wow. I had no conscious idea of how much chickens have infiltrated our vocabulary and culture. Great write! Enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteOMG! I never realised we use so much fowl play in our lives.....!
ReplyDeleteI think you've covered it all! Good Magpie.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great jaunt through chickenville! I love this.
ReplyDeletewow,
ReplyDeletewhat a confident and loving tale.
high speed internet,
high speed love...
that's magical.
love your imagination here.
keep it up.
xxx
I chuckled over all your chick references.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading everyone! I henpecked my memory until I was forced to lay this egg!
ReplyDeleteFantastic!
ReplyDeleteI've always had an irrational fear of chickens. For being unable to really fly much, they can be extremely unpredictable.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stirring things up inside me, Cynthia! ;-)
Thanks for reading Susan and Jo!
ReplyDeleteMade me smile, the rhythm of rap, though I couldn't get the audio to work and then a spammy pop up appeared...I 'strongly dislike' that when it happens.
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