Farm Boy Invents Tinder for Chickens

Down in Comanche, young Earl had a scheme,
To matchmake hens with digital dream.
He built an app with a scratchy screen,
Called “Cluckr”–for the coop’s dating scene.
The hens would swipe with their beaks so shy,
Roosters puffed up, struttin’ fly.
Profiles said things like, “I peck real slow,”
Or “I lay eggs in a rhythmic flow.”
One hen named Blanche, with a flirty stare,
Matched with a roo named Fred from Delaware.
They met in the barn–awkward at best,
Fred wore spats, Blanche wore a vest.
A city girl asked, “Is this real love?”
Blanche cooed, “Better than a dove.”
The preacher sighed, “What’s next to fall?
Bible apps for goats? Sermons for stall?”
But Earl got rich off subscription plans–
“Two eggs per month gets premium hens.”
Now ranches buzz with wireless charm,
While chickens ghost each other on the farm.
The moral here is techno-thick:
If love don’t cluck, try swipe or click.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on August 3, 2022 by Alan Nafzger