Chicken Bone Hungry

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Okay? I think more than a few of you big families know what it means to be chicken bone hungry. There’s argument who gets the last chicken drumstick; and that last hotdog bun that fits that drumstick most perfectly. Put it together and it’s called Chic’N Dog. Don’t knock it til you’re hungry enough to try it!

But if you ever saw anyone who could probably win an eat a piece of chicken contest, my mom. My mama would eat all the meat off the bone, eat the gristle, then, the marrow, and by the time she’s all done, the bone is is a small powdered pile! (Exaggerating only a little). Nobody, I mean there is no one I’ve ever seen, can eat chicken like my mom!

I just had to share that with you all, but this silly poem carries a whole lot of truth and revelation for how being in a big family presented a problem many times when there was only one chicken drumstick left between lunchtime and dinnertime and everybody wanted it.

CHICKEN BONE HUNGRY 

Chicken bone hungry, no food in the home,
All of six people to a chicken bone.

And it’s no laughing matter when the fortunate one, 
is the one who gets to have the last hot dog bun.

Scrape the jar of mayo til all the white is gone. 
Eat the chick’n-bun-dog til not a lick's on the bone. 

Now wait a blame minute, you’re still not done.
Eat the gristle like a chisel n’ front of everyone.

No shame in your game, here’s the straight and the narrow,  
So hungry til you’re chewing right down to the marrow. 

Wait a cotton pickin minute, there's a look on your face, 
Oh Lord, you’ve just forgot to even say your grace.

Chicken bone hungry, may sound far gone,
that after eating all the chicken, you go to work on the bone.

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