Chick chick chick chick chicken

Limerick five

By Raymond G. TaylorPublished 3 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

In countryside homes there’s a saying,

That brown hens are better at laying.

You can boast all you like,

Of your buffs or your whites,

But browns are the birds that are paying.

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Raymond G. Taylor

Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.

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Lea Waske 3 years ago
Love it! Brown eggs are better than white also!

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