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