Ode to Chicken

A Most Fowl Poem

KRM
Sometimes I wonder where I'd be
If it were not for love of thee.
At times I swear I'd go insane
If I could not have you again.
You come in many forms so grand
From sandwich spread to eat by hand,
And yet you never lose this fan
Though barbecued or fried in pan.
I find myself craving each bite
And yes, I'll have you again tonight!
My love is deep for I am stricken
To always love you, dear chicken.

Published by KRM

I'm thirty, and I like to write in my spare time. My hobbies include hunting, fishing, and internet. I'm currently employed in a lead job for a wonderful factory, and actually like it.  View profile

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