This poem is a collaboration with my nieces and my two boys. Enjoy!
Mean old Bully Bertha,
our clueless, speckled hen,
was mean to Cyclops Jenny,
our one-eyed little friend.
While Jenny planned and plotted,
Bertha pecked and picked.
Our Jenny’s plan was simple.
“I’ll get that mean ol’ chick!”
When all the hens were sleeping,
she shuffled through the hay.
Her evil laugh was quiet
as she approached her prey.
The only sound big Bertha made
was a squawk of great surprise.
Then Jenny made the final blow
and pecked out both her eyes!
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