Friday, October 22, 2010

Just keep clucking and plucking

Why are you complaining
about the noise I'm making?
You said to keep clucking, right?
Excuse me?
Oh! I see:
Not clucking,
Well, hello -- how do you think I feed myself?
I'm ALWAYS plucking --
thorns --
you name it: it's my job.
Plucking's easy;
it's a way of life for me --
You might even say it's instinctive.
Oh well, I suppose you're right --
clucking is, too.
Don't mind me.
I'm just grumbling.  It's what I do.

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