Dulce Et Dechicken Est Poem by Nick Hilton
Dulce Et Dechicken Est
Feathers ruffled,
We headed into no chickens land,
And there with our beaks at the ready,
We trundled onwards,
There was a chickfight,
Going on over head,
As the fighter hens,
Splattered the enemy,
With there breakfast,
And as the shells broke around us,
And we were splattered in egg,
I remember that old lie,
Dulce et dechicken est,
Pro patria eggi.
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4/24/2024 6:39:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ahh! A reader of Owen! This has potential.. I think it could be developed in so many ways and my feverish brain is awash with silliness already! Thank you. Inspiration comes from the most unexpected quarters. I shall be disappointed if I find you have already done so as IU read more of your work..............; =)