Chicken
Washing the chicken
Going to put her in the pot
Taking a bow for she is the star
Until the family comes in
And lifts the lid
Then she'll hear, "Boiled chicken is that all there is?".
(Washing a whole chicken in the sink and my hand slipped. The pose the chicken made with
her leg tucked looked like a bow.)
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