Moving away from the haikai to a saucy verse.
On the third day of Christmas
My true-love, so beguiling,
Brought to me three Faverolles
And stood there proudly smiling.
It seemed they’d missed the point, somewhat,
In what I’d tried to say
And brought three little chickies,
When I’d asked for a good lay.
And still no satisfaction,
As my chickies ran amock.
No eggs for me, from this docile breed,
As each hen was a cock.