Mike, a chicken with head when
his head was severed, survived
as Mike, the headless chicken.
He ran around after his head was chopped,
as all headless chicken are supposed to do-
I haven't seen one, may be you have-
but then, unlike the others that
plopped down to be made into curry,
he preened and pecked with his neck:
surviving on food dropped down his slit throat
with an ink-filler.
He lived for eighteen more months
till one day,
he choked to death.
he choked to death.
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This poem was composed by 'zzz' and posted here by me. N.Balajhi
pity to live without head. or atleast to be called as.
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sai,
ReplyDeletethanks for the comments and the use ful info