Get Your Premium Membership

Bringing Home the Chicken, Babe

Listen to poem:
I get up early, that's my way
Gotta bring that chicken home every day

My arms are longing for you, babe
But chicken's all they got
Loads of chicken for you, babe
Bringing home a lot

Better be there waiting, babe
Better be there by the door
If I can't hold on no more
We might have it on the floor

When I bring that chicken home
Better get it on
Better get it cooking, babe
We can get it gone


www.mike-martin.net/Bringing Home the Chicken

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.