PINK CHICKEN VOYEUR CLUB

DON CURLY WIG AND SHARPEN FILTHY EYE,
PINK CHICKEN WITHOUT WING IS READY TO FLY.
SO SING CHANTING CATCH CRY,
THAT THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYE.
SLINKING BEHIND DARK PLACES,
BINOCULAR LETS YOU SEE.
THAT BEAUTIFUL ROOSTERS ARE WASHING,
THEIR WASHING FOR YOU AND ME.
A LIGHT IN THE DISTANCE IS BECKONING,
CALLING FOR EYES TO SEE.
AND PROWLING IN DARKNESS SHADOWS,
THE CHICKENS CLUCKING WITH GLEE.
GIGGLING THEY SCRURRY TO WINDOW,
DREAMING OF NESTS IN THE HAY.
WHAT WILL TARGET FEED EYEBALLS,
ON SPRINGS THEY ARE BOUNCING WITH PLAY.
SO REMEMBER ALL THE NIGHT CRIMES,
SPREADING THOSE LITTLE WHITE LINES,
THAT THE NIGH HOOT,
HAS ONE THOUSAND SPIES.
(c) Copyright. Robyn Whittaker.