The List
My wife gave me a list,
off I went, shopping --
not my style, a list,
myself a freelance
enthusiast by nature --
Inspiration of the moment!
(already one can tell, that
this would not end well)
Where are the eggs?
There was this street vendor
I passed, selling chickens --
cackling coming from the
backseat of the van, should have
been an immediate give-away. They grew
quickly:
Of course, any fool knows that,
if you have chickens, eventually
you will have eggs…but not if they
are all roasters!
My wife said, we should eat them.
Mathew, Mark, Luke and John
looked up at me,
with the most cherub eyes:
Well, my wife, not nearly
as normal as I, was not the
type to let things settle, once
her taste-buds were defined
I hid the ax in the basement,
behind a glass tank, where my
pet cobra, Cuddles, resides --
knowing the chickens would be safe
till Costco opened the following
morning --
on her new list, eggs again, roasted
chicken
or Ax….
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