Quack

Once there was a chicken who liked to quack
but don't ask me why... that's just what she liked
and pretty white feathers covered her back
they blew in the wind when she rode her bike

As she rode through town people stopped and stared
why was this chicken quacking and riding?
but after a minute they said "Who cares?"
and went back to their own business minding.

So the chicken rode and people ignored
each happy to live within their own world
but there was a girl the chicken adored
and so together the girl danced and twirled

So what is the moral of this story?
You shouldn't write sonnets in a hurry