24 July 2012
My cousin's not a farming lad
That's what I've surmised;
He couldn't pick tomatoes
Or muck out a pig sty.
I asked him to go over
To the chicken coop
To collect the eggs and feed them
Five minutes, all it took.
He just stared on, frozen.
'Will they kill me?' he asked.
'No! Just open the gate,
Let them out then do your task.'
A few minutes later he did
What I told him not to do;
Trudged into the house with his wellies on
Walking in chicken poo.
'I only got two of the eggs
They'd pooed all over the other
And I couldn't feed them either.'
What a spot of bother!
He'd left the gate wide open
To let the two dogs in
And they were eating chicken food
Then they threw up! What a din
As the the chickens clucked and pecked
Wondering what had become
Of their little chicken coop
At the hands of only one.
He multiplied my work
Tenfold in a few minutes
So I'll never send him out again,
There's no gain in it.
Leo's Chicken Experience • Opuss № I