Sharp dressed hen

Sharp dressed

(with apologies to ZZ Top)

Clean beak, new corn
And I don’t know what I am goin’ for.

Sharp feet, gold toes
I don’t need no dainty clothes.

They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
‘Cause every boy crazy ’bout a sharp dressed hen.

By ZZ Cock (minds out of the gutter, people).

Published by

Steven Baird

Writer, amateur photographer, ad compositor and chicken herder.

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