Barbecues
Does anyone ask chickens how they feel about barbecues
Don't imagine they'd be in favor or line up in queues
When gobbling at the dish
They surely must miss
A family member when one disappears with no clue
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2019
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