Cluck gobble, cluck chuck gobble
all that pluck and buck and wobble
all the birdlings’ flight and squabble
come on down to Malvern hovel.
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Malvern farmyard–chicken barnyard
holds convention in the scarred yard.
Craters, cages, all the discard
fill the full convention courtyard.
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Clucky Kleister, great foul shyster,
grand emcee and pooba meister
clucks for silence. Even Byster
stops his strutting, fears the Feister.
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Wearing pinstripe like a king type
Klesiter smokes his mobster peep pipe.
Chicken gansters silent (hip-hype)
here to hear the Boss-Man’s grief gripe.
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There along his beak so slightly
runs a scar to mar the sightly
visage, as his fowl-face tightly
peers about and nods politely.
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So convenes the fowl convention
all the birds in rapt attention
hear the Boss Man’s grave intention:
Chicken crime–the great ascention.
