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May 5, 2024
Thanks for the upload. It seems you got it in without being logged in, so please reply and take credit. I will update the database when you do.
mwic
May 5, 2024
It was me!
Kirkoid
May 6, 2024
Was me!
Kirkoid
May 6, 2024
All fixed up. Welcome to M+, and thanks for the fun lyric.
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This is a poem based on a dream I had after a local incident with a tree that looked like a chicken. It was quite random and incorporated other things too.
I saw a tree, a chicken tree, majestic in the sky,
With wings of bronze, shaped like a swan’s, soaring up on high.
It stirred a wind, a mighty breeze, that stole my hat from me,
My favourite hat, well fancy that, was snaffled by a tree.
The wind it took my hat straight up, I’d never seen it higher,
It tumbled and it stumbled round, my tam o'shanter flyer.
The chicken tree then caught my hat and turned its head to flee,
And with all haste, no time to waste, it headed out to sea.
With blowing hair and draughty ears, I gave a mighty bellow,
Giant strides, ten leagues wide, I chased the poultry fellow.
A boat, a boat, of any shape, was needed for my quest,
To start the chase and win the race, to find the chicken’s nest.
But a tree that is a chicken, with wings of beaten metal,
Would surely nest far to the West, where the sun does settle.
But would it nest within itself, being both bird and tree?
I was confused, my brain was bruised, oh for a cup of tea.
Then I can upon a boat, that bobbed on foam and wave,
I jumped straight in, and with a grin, my hat I could now save.
I chased the flapping, leafy fowl, for twenty nights and days,
My boat was bold and not too old, we met with no delays.
At last, upon a craggy rock, the chicken tree did rest,
I drew my bow and, spying my foe, aimed clear at its breast.
But though I pulled my string right back, I could not loose the dart,
This marvellous beast, though quite a feast, was nature’s greatest art.
So I spoke unto the chicken tree, and soon became his friend,
We had a chat, he returned my hat, and the adventure was at an end.
"Chicken Tree Dream" by Kirkoid
This is a poem based on a dream I had after a local incident with a tree that looked like a chicken. It was quite random and incorporated other things too.
I saw a tree, a chicken tree, majestic in the sky,
With wings of bronze, shaped like a swan’s, soaring up on high.
It stirred a wind, a mighty breeze, that stole my hat from me,
My favourite hat, well fancy that, was snaffled by a tree.
The wind it took my hat straight up, I’d never seen it higher,
It tumbled and it stumbled round, my tam o'shanter flyer.
The chicken tree then caught my hat and turned its head to flee,
And with all haste, no time to waste, it headed out to sea.
With blowing hair and draughty ears, I gave a mighty bellow,
Giant strides, ten leagues wide, I chased the poultry fellow.
A boat, a boat, of any shape, was needed for my quest,
To start the chase and win the race, to find the chicken’s nest.
But a tree that is a chicken, with wings of beaten metal,
Would surely nest far to the West, where the sun does settle.
But would it nest within itself, being both bird and tree?
I was confused, my brain was bruised, oh for a cup of tea.
Then I can upon a boat, that bobbed on foam and wave,
I jumped straight in, and with a grin, my hat I could now save.
I chased the flapping, leafy fowl, for twenty nights and days,
My boat was bold and not too old, we met with no delays.
At last, upon a craggy rock, the chicken tree did rest,
I drew my bow and, spying my foe, aimed clear at its breast.
But though I pulled my string right back, I could not loose the dart,
This marvellous beast, though quite a feast, was nature’s greatest art.
So I spoke unto the chicken tree, and soon became his friend,
We had a chat, he returned my hat, and the adventure was at an end.