A Tasty People Fricassee
If chickens learned to carry knives
Just think, when dinner time arrives
We’d be in for a big surprise
With no more fried breast, leg or thighs
They’d turn the tables, we might be
A tasty “People Fricassee”
Fried elbows may be what’s in store
For chicken’s menu “Dish Du Jour”
And if a cow could pack a gun
We’d be a burger on the run
If pigs condone this twist of fate
What might be on their dinner plate!
Though I love me, some chicken wings
I may consider other things
And hope as I begin to chew
I don’t turn up in mushroom stew!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2021
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