Summer Barbecues
Does anyone ask chickens how they feel about barbecues
Don't imagine they'd be in favor or line up in queues
When gobbling at the dish
They surely must miss
When one of their family disappears without a clue
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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