Saturday Centus ~ The Chicken

OMG ... my 200th post and I am celebrating it with the most horrid bit of poetry you have every read ... but before i get into that ... 200 posts and 101 followers!!!  that calls for some sort of celebration ... which i think i will postpone till the summer, near my birthday ... and then we will have a little bash!

okay, Saturday Centus ... why darn that Miss Jenny ... this weeks prompt ... I'm not a chicken ... and it all has to be in rhyme ... shidizzle!!!!

this is seriously bad ... so don't say you weren't warned ... oh and it was hastily scribbled between cleaning the bathroom and starting the laundry ... now your just dying to read this aren't  you???

Philomena James was a funny bird

I’m not a chicken, she yelled to the herd

I fancy flight, beyond the barn door

And through those blue skies I shall soar

Through those clouds you will see me burst

In the morning skies I will be the first

You can’t tie me down with rope or chain

I’ts in the skies where I will remain

You will hear me laugh … not a cluck

Because I am neither chicken or duck

I am just me, free spirit and all,

Screeching above you I will not fall

Damn, did I just lay that egg???

Well that changes everything ….

Okay you all have my permission to groan and comment big time on my lack of ... err... rhyme???

Peace love & paper

~jo