I want you to pour your
Chickens out into my tub.
Bath me with their feathers
Fluff them through my hair
They're much too cute to eat.
Tilt my head as their beaks
Pick and peck at my neck
But oh that stench... I must hold my breath
The cackling noise they make
Makes me wish I'd worn my I-pod.
They keep me warm
And they gaze lovingly
Into my eyes, theirs smouldering with passion
Glue pieces of your poultry on to my body
As I shave my legs for you
These are words I couldn’t say
Instructions for when you and I
rendezvous on my chicken farm.