A Chicken in Every Pot
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I don’t think what Hoover meant
When he made his vow
That hens would be ornament
Rather than some chow
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While they do lay eggs for me
Protein for my plate
Have me laughing happily
Supper’s not their fate.
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(A 7/5 Trochee Poem)
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