Part One

Twelve days ago I sowed a seed
in ground where it would grow.
Did it stretch its tendrils tall?
In truth, I do not know.
It had all that a life might need:
good loam, the sun, and air,
but will it in its growth succeed?
If it didn't, would you care?
Or, for that matter, care would I
if its short life were to end?
Do we think outside ourselves
or towards our innards tend?

On Chicken

There was an old man from Kentucky
who fancied himself rather lucky
so he jumped from a bridge
to prove that he'd live;
afterward he didn't feel quite as plucky.