I guess this is a country-boy thang rather than a boomer thang. I know that a biddy is a chicken because my dad use to have a feed mill where he mixed chicken feed (not food) by the ton. I used to drive the truck that delivered the feed five tons at a time to chicken houses with 10,000 birds.
Over at First 50 Words the challenge was to write about “giddy.”
Here’s my latest entry (cross posted):
She was positivly giddy
as the car was skidding.
She had swerved to miss a kitty
and run over an old biddy.
Before your heart is stricken
and you become severly sickened
check with your local wiccan
to know a biddy is a chicken.
I’ll be waiting for Hallmark to call.
That’s a great little poem! I love it. I had no idea a biddy was not an old woman.
Well, I’ve learned something here Mark…a biddy is a chicken AND you’re not a bad poet. Hallmark must have a humor division….
Ya know whut? I don’t know if the phrase is ole bitty or biddy.
I’ll get back to ya.
Joy, thanks for the left handed compliment!
Poem was fabulous indeed.
Dr. Dorree Lynn
http://www.fiftyandfurthermore.com
OMG, a shrink is reading my blog. OK, who turned me in?