It wasn’t the chickens
It was the eggs
Counting them, we cheated a bit
I stuffed only two in my pocket for later
To eat with some bacon and fried potater
Our boss doesn’t let us eat on the job
After working all day we’re a hungry mob
Late at night is when we can dine
Figure we’re owed a few eggs as a fine
He hasn’t suspected in my time
And we don’t think of it as a crime
Maybe some day he’ll let us eat dinner
Otherwise the egg crop is bound to get thinner.
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Very clever! Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you!
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You wrote quite an amusing poem – excellent!!
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Thanks for commenting.😊
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Haha, love your poem
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome 😇
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Interesting play on words there…
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I didn’t know if of anyone would get it.😀
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