Friggin' Chicken!
A solid kick
and feathers fly
"You friggin' chicken,
that was my eye!"
I feed and clean
your crappy cage
You come full force
with poultry rage
My hands are scared
'cause of your beak
You caught me down
you friggin’ sneak
I'd starve you but,
you'd only get thinner
And as of now, I’m
contemplating dinner
Chicken salad?
no, maybe fried.
Perhaps in chunks
along with fries
Oh now, I've got you,
be no doubt
This is your last
adventure out
Ouch, ya G*d
forsaking bird
Those friggin' claws,
they truly hurt
Ok, you've won
this round for now
But, tomorrow's menu,
chicken kungpow
2007-10-30
06:34:52
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