If All Poems Were Limericks: “The Cremation of Sam McGee,” by Robert Service

Sam froze while prospecting for gold.
I cremated him, as I’d been told,
In a boat by the shore.
When I opened the door,
He said, “What are you doing? It’s cold!”

Happy 146th birthday to Robert Service.

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Poets answer an age-old question: Why did the chicken cross the road? (part 4)

 

Gil Scott-Heron

The chicken crossing will not be televised

It will not be sponsored by Colonel Sanders or

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The chicken crossing will not be televised

(It might be on YouTube.)

  1. e. cummings

anychick lived in a pretty how coop

and str e  t   c    h     e      d

her chicken legs(white feathers

furled in the even

ing breeze)across

the sunset road because(pick peck)she

wanted(peck)to see

the

Capital(they didn’t

have those where she was from).