Chickens

I’m a keeper of chickens,
Though my husband wishes they were kittens.
They flutter and play,
Stirring up the hay.
They use me as perch,
In my hands, for food they search.
With no snack to give, they attack my hair,
Hey! Don’t peck me there!
I love my chickens, I really do,
But now they have me covered in poo!
Ok chickens, I gotta go,
You know I’ll be back later though.
Come on, move, let me pass,
I really don’t want to put my foot in your ass.
Please chickens, leave me be,
Or I’ll turn you into KFC!