I like chicken it is very good.
You should try it too.
There once was a chicken
and there was once a hawk
the hawk would talk
about his ability of flight
his speed his force
he'd talk so long
the chicken would bash his head against the door
The chicken hated the hawk
hated listening to him talk
the chicken wanted to beat the hawk
so he would no longer have to hear him talk
and then the Rocky music played
as the chicken flapped his wings
up steps sliced out in the sky
till he would reach the top then dive
the chicken became very good at this
though not as good as the hawk
and when the hawk won the race
he would just continue to talk and talk
the chick was sick of it
he fled to his own getaway
feeding on solely chocolate
and liters of gatorade
The chicken consumed
until he couldn't see his toes
he stumbled out his front door
where man found him
unaware of his past
caring just for the fire and not the wood
why the Hawk is fast
and the Chicken tastes good
Farmer Tom, fell on times hard,
Needing to feed the animals because
Animals wouldn't get much.
So on the black market, cheap feed
"Not For Human Consumption"
That was good enough
For farmer Tom.
He thought he would try it on the
"Buck, Buck, Buck"
Scratching of fifty little feet,
They looked as before
"Plucky little egg laying machines"
Wait till morning my feathered friends.
Night set upon the surroundings
What the?? Slippers, dressing gown,
"Tip toe, tip toe tip toe"
"Mary mother of joseph"
"That dam dog and his toys"
"Ok safety on"
The yard was silent, except for
a noise faint but heard
"Buck, buck Aahhhhh"
Farmer tom curious of this noise
Listening with ears Focused
Came to a sight of horror
The eyes out of blue bell
Then cluck, Aahhhhhhhh,
As 42 feet turned,
Eyes red as crimson
Feathers matted, and that smell
Decaying cow as bell got up
"Moooooooooooo, Aahhhhhhhh, cluck,"
"Father Jims tunic"
As Bell swayed towards *farmer tom,
Little feet carried in the hole in bells gut,
Farmer Tom ran for his dear life,
Past the chicken coop
Where blood soaked remains
Of those unlucky chickens, parts rancid
As the head of a chicken looks up as I run past,
Doors locked, windows too,
What the hell is that noise??
As a rancid chicken comes though the dogs door
"Kentucky this mother cluck, cluck err"
The last thing it did before I sent it too hell
Laid an egg, green and sour,
"What the hell was in that feed"
Out the back he ran, bag in hand
Incineration is required,
"Zombie meat?? what the blue blazes"
As he runs to the house
Whoosh, above his head
As the house once home, erupts a fiery death ,
Tom see's Bell surrounded
By gents in suits
Moooo, Aahhhh, Cluck,
"Excuse me sirs"
"What the frigging heck is going on"
They fry bell on the spot, Mmm burger
"Snap out of it man"
As the chickens peck upon a suit
As he screams fallen to the ground
Pecked to death, but death just woke up.
Tom runs in slippers as they set upon the pecked man
"Tom keeps on running"
"Tom keeps on jogging"
"Tom keeps thinking I'm too old for this"
He hides in the old barn five miles away
Waits there for days too scared to come out
Then on the fifth day he treads carefully not to be seen
He sees a house, see's a coop and chickens
All around is heard, as he runs a round
Bell is that you, you got more spots
The house as it was beter some how.
Too this day Farmer Tom tells tales,
To those who listen,
"The Night of the dead Cow and The Zombie Chickens"
And how the government blew his house up
And then built him a better one, hell I wouldn't moan now.
I think that I should like to make
A ten-billion gallon chicken pie lake
I'll bake it deep within the ground
Wide with room to swim around
In steaming gravy I'd dip my feet
Then dive amongst the chunks of meat
For many hours I'd slurp and explore
Trying to touch the crusty floor
I'd notice a fisherman out ahead
Reeling in carrots and peas instead
He’d smile at me and drop his hook
Damn if only I knew how to cook…
The chicken watches the crow fly away-
And it longs and it wishes.
Because the crow can go freely at will,
While the chicken can hardly flap to the fence.
The chicken will stay
For likely all of her days
While the crow comes and goes
Whenever he desires.
He lives a life on whims-
A life of scouring the world for what suits him.
While she's stuck in routine,
Only getting what's handed right to her