Farming

Hens a Villanelle Poem By TEM

T recently wrote this poem for school, it pertains to farming so I thought I would share it…

Hens

Ten Brown hens

Two layers of blue

Eight chickens white as snow in pens

 

They all fly, but not as high as wrens,

Watch out on the steps…eeeewwww

Ten Brown hens

 

The white as fast as benz

As they speed along they coo

Eight chickens white as snow in pens

 

Chased by all of those mens

They all wake up to the dew

Ten Brown hens

 

They are out of there pens!

Maybe they flew!

Eight chickens white as snow

 

All of them try to find dens instead of pens

Poo on your shoe, boohoo

Ten Brown hens

Eight chickens white as snow.

1 thought on “Hens a Villanelle Poem By TEM”

  1. Trace, I don’t know that you’d agree, though your poem, to me, is about love. Love of those things and beings that move in and out of your life, like hens even when they poo.

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