My Hens
by David Patton
I bought some hens the other day.
The blasted things just will not lay!
I've tempted them with corn and seeds
and tended all their chicky needs.
I built some larger laying nests
with comfy straw and free from pests.
I even spoke to them in hen,
they answered me just now and then.
They told me nowt about their eggs
but prattled on about their legs,
gleaming feathers and wattles too
and how they love to scrape and poo
in all the areas meant for brood
and filling them with yeugh not food.
I desperation I phoned around
my friends and neighbours and then found
a helpful farmer, Mr. Fox.
He took one look. “Them hens be cocks”!
