Welcome home there RevDuckett
I want chicken dumplings for my supper.
You gotta come over and bring a bucket
I got a chicken that needs a-plucking.
Need HOT water, and a great big tub,
Wring his neck, and drain the blood.
Pick them feathers and swinge the hair,
kind of nasty but I don't care.
This is country and thats how we do it..
Need no experince, and have no permit,
make some dumplings ,eat like kings,
You can eat, but only the wings!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|KitKatrina (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, August 12 2003, 06:01 pm|
Different, but I really enjoyed it. Very fun and playful to me. Good job!
|Ben (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, August 12 2003, 06:49 pm|
Oh, boy, I could taste those yummy dumplings and chicken. What a very tasty poem this is, Lorene! And you put the reverend to work, too! Ha! Ha! Tasty and funny at the same time, but not funny tasting! Thanks!
|Meridian Z. (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, February 14 2004, 07:35 pm|
I think it's a good time to eat lunch now before I starve, now that I read your poem about chicken.
|heidi (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, September 13 2005, 07:29 am|
whats with it
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