Chicken Dips
Chicken Dips
Wish one day I hear the curved chicken’s lips
Moan about ending in ‘chicken and chips.’
Gourmets, I thought, by the beaks’ curved lips,
Back would be chased to their foreign ships!
Alas! In boiling oil will never elude the dips!
JM
14th March 2014
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2014
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