There was an old hen with a shoe,
who danced till her face turned blue.
She tripped on a crack,
and fell on her back.
And now the hen tastes like stew!
About the Creator
Vikki Head
There is life-giving and renewing energy in the written word. I find power and solace behind the pen and keyboard and an outlet for my different passions. I enjoy writing fantasy and sci-fi and poetry will always be my third child.
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