Why did the chicken cross the road? [poem]

Well, my neighbor, Lisa, let it out of its coop. | 100 DoW #76

Hey friends, here’s another poem I wrote (& narrated.)

A little tongue-in-cheek neighborhood event.

Well, my neighbor, Lisa, let it out of its coop.
She found it so sad the chicken was running around in its own poop.

It was against the local rules, no doubt,
with the bird flu floating about.

So my other neighbor, let’s call her Karen,
ran after the chicken with a stick, as fast as Mclaren.

In one fell swoop, she tried to knock off its head,
but she missed, probably because she had forgotten her meds.

Then these two women, who should’ve gone to bed,
fought it out, while the chicken fled.

Thanks for reading!

Regards,

Jibran

PS. Here are some other poems I wrote or narrated.