Baroness Browning is indisposed

upon her back covered in dust

she claws the unfamiliar air,

legs like sticks stuck out each side

the Baroness is in a mess. 

 

Her feathers are ruffled

she's slightly kerfuffled,

a bantam like her deserves some decorum

but lice are no respecter of chickens

and have to be removed. 

 

Her owner and daughter pat her with powder

that raises a minor cloud,

the Baroness is indisposed

her plumage veiled in dust,

she'll walk the walk

and squawk the squawk

once more as chickens must.