Fancier Mr. Fenn

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.