Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Rhyme

Fried Chicken

Durin' my nearly four-score years I've had many a grand repast,
But there's one delicacy that will never, ever be surpassed!
There ain't nothin' like a huge helpin' of luscious fried chicken!
Ah, just thinkin' about it makes my pulse begin to quicken!

Mom was an expert at preparin' a bird for the old iron fryin' pan.
The hapless fowl was beheaded and plucked in the shortest span,
Cut up, seasoned and fried before you could count to ten,
Leavin' the old rooster crowin' in bewilderment sans one hen!

The preacher made his periodic visits for dinner at our house.
Mom's admonition to us kids beforehand always made me grouse.
Sayin', "Let the preacher help himself to the choicest parts!"
So we kids usually ended up with the necks, gizzards and hearts!

If I was asked to plan a dinner menu, here's what it would be:
Heaps of fried chicken, mashed pertaters, gravy and iced tea,
Sourdough biscuits, garden fresh carrots and sweet spring peas,
And for dessert a huge slab of cherry pie ala mode, if you please!

Nowadays the Colonel touts chicken from San Diego to Nantucket,
With all the fixin's in a box, bag or a handy two-gallon bucket,
Spicy or original and fried in lots of grease to a crispy, golden brown,
But I prefer my spouse's southern fried 'cause it's the best in town!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Lindsay Laurie February 16, 2015 at 4:31 PM Loved this poem Robert... we can't beat home cooking and home growing of course. Of course these days a certain Colonel has taken over a couple of generations down here. Can only keep a couple of chooks in towns now and no roosters. Thanks Robert - Lindsay

Funom Makama June 11, 2012 at 3:55 AM This is great... I really enjoyed it. Nice to get such a blessing in such a beautiful monday afternoon.

Sandra Hoban June 2, 2012 at 2:02 PM Robert, this is soooooooo good for it brings back memories of my mother and grandmother and they fried chicken. I often watch my grandmother killing the chicken and plucking its feathers before searing of the pen feathers. An oh was it delicously fried and the mashed potatoes with pan drippings gravy, so goooooood. I am sure making myself hungry.

Peggy Caulfield May 22, 2012 at 6:24 PM Stop please! You're making my mouth water something awful. Very good write though.

Jessica K May 22, 2012 at 11:28 AM Great Robert, my stomachs growling now :) A wonderful visual!

Carol Sunshine Brown May 21, 2012 at 11:26 AM It was a pleasure to read your poetry this Monday afternoon Bob. I wish you much inspiration that you may continue with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Have a wonderful fun loving week and keep the old pen flowing. Love, Carol

Joann Grisetti May 20, 2012 at 3:06 PM Mouth has begun watering' just thinking of fried chicken. Delicious poem.

David Williams May 20, 2012 at 2:43 PM Bob, I am starving now, I like it..Dave

Carolyn Devonshire May 20, 2012 at 2:40 PM Bob, I just got your note. There are some couples posting here as well as roommates who share one computer. Now that the site is in better order, maybe you could set up an account for Vera. I think it would be best to do it from someone else's computer though. Then she can participate on the site as much as she wants. Meant to tell you I finished both of your books and all of the poems were excellent! Love, Carolyn

Ilene Bauer May 20, 2012 at 2:39 PM bob - if i'm ever in your neck of the woods, i'm going to wrangle an invite for some of that fried chicken dinner! it just sounds perfect (except i'd prefer a beer to the iced tea). i was drooling reading this wonderful poem - delicious in every way!

Carolyn Devonshire May 20, 2012 at 2:35 PM Bob, I love fried chicken too, but I can't eat too much of it. I love the way your Mom prepared it so skillfully that even the preacher came for dinner. Oh, for a taste of those sour dough biscuits! Colonel Sanders' fare can't compare with homemade fried chicken. Please see i Vera would mind sharing her recipe. :) Love, Carolyn

Wilma Neels May 20, 2012 at 2:30 PM Robert, you have me craving for chicken @ ten in the evening ;) enjoyed reading this tonight.. Pity about the preacher taking all the best parts hehe *hugs* Wilma