(This little poem hopefully will put a smile on Your allready smiling
smile) - with Love of course

In the medow with wonder and glee
I couldn't believe what I would see.
A mass of feathers and clucking noises
gathered around a box of toys'es.
My eyes jumped out of their socket
when I discovered in the box a pocket.
Full of goodies and full of treats
as well as the smell of dirty feets.

And guarding the box all stout with pride
was a giant chicken who could not cry (nor blink, becuse chickens have
no eyelid thingys)

I Started to 'bok' and kick on the ground
but the giant chicken would not make a sound.
I clucked and I scraped all around the gigantic bird
but still a sound was not even heard.

An hour or two has passed on the way
as the wind started blowing, it shorely did sway
and tumble on down and end with a slumber
I suddenly realized it was made out of rubber.

-Misty

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Lleian, in the year 115 MA.