Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Gwendolyn Brooks:
We real cool. We
Flew the coop. We
All showed. We
Crossed the road. We
Ranged wide. To
The other side.
We real cool. We
Flew the coop. We
All showed. We
Crossed the road. We
Ranged wide. To
The other side.
Gil Scott-Heron
The chicken crossing will not be televised
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The chicken crossing will not be televised
(It might be on YouTube.)
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).
Two roads diverged in a wood, you know,
And I crossed the one filling up with snow,
And now I’m at this frozen lake.
I wonder if there’s some mistake.
I find no corn or seed or grain;
I think I might cross back again.
I saw the best hens of my generation destroyed by butchers, roasted, rotisserie-basted,
wandering across the street at dawn looking for a bawdy cock.
The art of crossing isn’t hard to master–
when asphalt’s hot, it helps if you cross faster.
The road
is a road
is a road
is a road
to cross
like a boss
and eat moss.
Click here for part 1 (featuring Dickinson, Whitman, and Shakespeare).
William Shakespeare
To cross or not to cross—that is the question!
Whether ‘tis nobler in the coop to suffer
The pecks and scratches of aggressive chickens
Or set foot upon a dusty roadway
And so, with your toes spread, cross it.
Walt Whitman
O chicken, my chicken
The fearful path is wide
But still you walked across the road
To reach the other side.
Emily Dickinson
Because I could not cross the road
A chicken crossed for me
And pecked the doorbell that would ring
Apartment number three.