so here’s what came first:
forget catch-all chickens, and unisexism
who runs the world?
my farmyard dilemma is another.
but neither yet has our new hen
a month in. plucky, not clucky:
we face a case of the avian flou.
the children already named her Dijon
(favourite dish from the Mary Berry book).
feminism should not egg on
misandry, of course
but Dijon’s goose might thus soon be cooked.