Poems of the Week

Chicken Out

by Julia Griffin

“Chickens were first tempted down from trees by rice, research suggests”
The Guardian

They might have had millet,
Or barley, or peas;
They stuck to their billet:
The trees.

When hearing of farro
Or buckwheat, or corn,
Their eyes went quite narrow
With scorn.

They vowed to adhere to
Arboreal fare;
Their tempters were near to

Till one, worth renown, in-
Troduced them to RICE:
And then they flew down in
A trice,

Suggesting this motto
Or rule for your thumb:
Make chicken risotto!
They’ll come.