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The Birth Control

The chickens so tiny and small
go behind their mom
a retinue on the move
so wonderful to look at
the counts one, two and three
reach in no time the two digit
a scope for human perception
who curtail giving births
scary of the natal care
afraid of the educational expense
dress, food, comforts pertaining to the children
the restriction has its own merit
as the inflation runs riot
the good fat hen walks past with pride
while her brood trots along with a please
she knows not of any hardships ever so
it is a pleasure to have a large family
well that is all for her at the moment
with that she roams with immense happiness

Tags chicken, hen, human, Perception, Poem, restriction

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The Good Fat Hen

There was a big fat hen
in the farm of Ben.
It cackled and hooted
c*ck a doodle doo
waking everyone up
Ben would come with a cup
of boiling tea and a slice of bread
munching he threw the bread
crumbs to the good fat hen which pecked
each one in an attentive note and trekked
behind the fence in search of its chickens
who were spread along the grains dense.
It fed the chickens with what little it had
thus illustrating that motherly affection
comes before everything else .