Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

Oh, think not I am faithful to this town!
Faithless am I, and I shall cross the road.
I'm bored, bored with the barn, red brick and brown.
After the wings of Whimsy flap my own!
Had Novelty been mine as daily feed,
Had I been given weekly such fresh water—
Not coupled with that flimsy cock to breed,
And forced to feather for the farmer's daughter...
But I digress. It's hot on this macadam,
Damned hot, and if I have too-restless feet,
Then I must say: my dam and grand dam had 'em,
So neither jeer nor judge me harshly, sweet.
'Tis tough enough just knowing one is wooed
By something over which smashed cats are strewed.

© Jennifer Reeser