MEETING A MAN WITH CHICKENS

The day I went to meet a man with chickens
I put my bra on backwards:
easy to do, since it was a sports model.
It took me an hour to figure out
why I felt so weird,
but by then I was on my way
to meet the man with chickens.

Language is interesting:
did the man have chickens,
or did I? Let’s try using commas–
I went to meet a man, with chickens–
and rearrangements:
With chickens, I went to meet a man.
I went, with chickens, to meet a man.
I went to meet, with chickens, a man.
I went to, with chickens, meet a man.
But all those sentences don’t apply.
He had the chickens.
I went to meet a with-chickens-man.
He had dead chickens.
I was going to buy them.
Little did the man know he was meeting
a woman in a backwards bra.

 

I wrote this piece of drivel a couple of years ago, and post it today because I’m going to meet the same man, who will sell me several of his free-range, organic chickens.

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