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Sunday Funday

I cried and I cried and I cried
My little pet chicken had died
Mom offers a treat
Delicious to eat
Here's some nuggets boneless and fried

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Lim'Rik Flats

May 16, 2017 at 9:37 AM

Did chickie happen to mention, "The sky is falling," before passing on?

Chris Green

May 8, 2017 at 7:22 AM

That was funny Tim. She was a good chicken...good enough to eat. :)

Maria Williams

May 8, 2017 at 5:59 AM

Very cute limerick Tim. Main thing though , is, did it stop the tears?.... Maria

Arthur Vaso

May 7, 2017 at 11:02 PM

You sure wasn't a hen? LOL

Arthur Vaso

May 7, 2017 at 11:01 PM

So funny, now stop crying, we drowning here!!!!

Darren White

May 8, 2017 at 7:59 AM

stop commenting and continue pumping, you lazy ...... ;)

Ilene Bauer

May 7, 2017 at 5:56 PM

ha! very cute, tim! nicely done...

Eve Roper

May 7, 2017 at 4:25 PM

Hahaha.... sorry I should be crying with you, but the poem is to funny :) I like it. My favorite food chicken baked, fried, BBQ mmmmm ~*

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:42 PM

mine too...now I'm hungry.

Charmaine Chircop

May 7, 2017 at 4:24 PM

Haha..Poor chicken that became the next chicken nuggets meat. :)Clack clack.

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:41 PM

clack clack...lol

Charmaine Chircop

May 7, 2017 at 4:24 PM

Meal

Andrea Dietrich

May 7, 2017 at 4:13 PM

OH MY, such barbarism!! Tim, this is a cute limerick AND the meter is really great too! Sunday Funday for all but the chicken.

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:41 PM

lol

Lisa Ricci

May 7, 2017 at 2:34 PM

Top of The Afternoon to you Tim. Oh boy. Ok this was the smile for the afternoon. Thank you for that. This is light and so in the spirit of a Limerick. I've been seeing so many Limericks theses days I have to try another attempt at it for you all seem to be having a good time. Enjoy the night. Well done and I'm still smiling at the thought and at the originality of it all.

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:40 PM

Thanks Lisa...Darren wanted smiles today

Lenna Walker

May 7, 2017 at 1:29 PM

Haha, good one Tim :) I refused to eat the chickens my Father would "make ready" for our dinners. I went without. After all, I had NAMED those chickens... they had become my pets. I COULDN'T eat them !!

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:39 PM

It is hard to separate once attached.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 7, 2017 at 1:03 PM

Nice one :) 7! xomo

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:39 PM

Thanks Mo :)

Darren White

May 7, 2017 at 11:53 AM

Awww, Sunday Funday you said, eh? hahaha :)

Darren White

May 8, 2017 at 1:01 AM

Hahaha, that rabbit's name was Flappie by the way, no idea what the dad's name was though ;)

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:37 PM

lol...at least it wasn't the rabbit

Sara Ella

May 7, 2017 at 11:40 AM

Crispy fried chicken is good as long as it doesn't have a name. Fun poem Tim :)

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:36 PM

Kentucky Fried is a good name.

Lin Lane

May 7, 2017 at 11:23 AM

Well, I'm not eating chicken, and I didn't get the memo about positive posts today. Love your limerick, Tim. My condolences on the loss of your pet, and boo hiss to your Mom.

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 4:35 PM

lol