A Silly Poem on Chickens and Lust: The Sunday Whirl

What the heck do chickens and lust have in common? Hmmm…

Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:

Wordle’s words

A Silly Poem on Chickens and Lust

There once was a time when chickens roamed free;
Before trains, autos and other machines.
Then lust was a verb between you and me
And no one used lotions and magazines.

You didn’t get teased by a website’s flesh.
The only gimmick, maybe, was liquor,
And being accused of getting too fresh.
Courting was torture you wish went quicker.

By now you’re wondering what chickens have
To do with sex. They don’t. But they remind
Us of an earlier time, like a salve,
Hypnotizing our brains to unwind.

There is no uniform approach to lust;
But for me, the olde days were quite robust.

Randy Mazie

Advertisement