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Ladies with bulbous dresses, And powdered faces, Flock around me, Clucking like hens, With their feathers adorned, And piled high above their heads.
A group of elegantly dressed women crowds around the speaker, and the poem sees them almost entirely as birds. Their puffed-out dresses, powdered faces and tall, feathered headpieces make them look like a flock of hens, and their chatter becomes "clucking." The comparison is funny, but it isn't…
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