Fancier Mr. Fenn

by DAVID McCORD
THE paltry poultry of that Mr. Fenn
Consisted of three Dorkings, one lame duck,
Two bantam roosters, an instructive hen
Reduced in old age to a klaxon cluck.
His geese were five — a gaggle, if you will;
A flock of Orpingtons with feathered legs,
He favored most his gamecocks Jeff and Bill
Unless he found them sitting on glass eggs.
An odd assortment: single and rose comb,
One webfoot cycling round that precious pond;
And Mr. Fenn, a flightless little gnome,
Always a quack behind, a crow beyond.