Fried Chicken
Fried Chicken
Limerick
By: Tom
2-7-2020
I heard a preacher say between finger lickin
He’d preach god’s word until he quit kickin.
But when God isn’t there,
There's nothing to share,
and he'd probably rather eat fried chicken
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