Timothy Mcguire Poet Rhyme

Fried Chicken

I was talking to my chicken today
She started clucking and this is what she had to say:
"I know times are hard, here's some eggs to sell"
"Maybe this will hold you over until things get well"

I said, "Thank you, I appreciate the gift"
"But I know what will really give me a lift"
"Is some fried chicken and a cup of black coffee"!
"And I really appreciate you talking to me".

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Line Gauthier February 6, 2019 at 8:49 PM Be happy with just a wing, Timothy. A good chicken like that, you don't eat it all at once! Timothy Mcguire February 6, 2019 at 9:16 PM That's right! Respect the sacrifice. :)

Lindsay Laurie January 29, 2019 at 11:11 PM G'day Timothy … the poor old chook must be wondering what it has done. Thanks Timothy - Lindsay Timothy Mcguire January 30, 2019 at 1:11 AM bad timing, wrong place at the wrong time, never talk to a human around supper time

Tom Cunningham January 29, 2019 at 2:42 PM Haha nothing beats fried chicken Timothy Mcguire January 29, 2019 at 3:58 PM You have that right!

P.S. Awtry January 29, 2019 at 1:56 PM LOL!!! Fried chicken cures all manner of ills! Timothy Mcguire January 29, 2019 at 3:59 PM Especially in the stomach area! :)