THE CHICKEN FIGHT!

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THE CHICKEN FIGHT!

I grabbed a chicken leg

And took a little bite,

Who could have known

It would start a big fight!

The chicken bit me back

And she began to chide,

“Why did you bite me

Before I was fried?!”

Other chickens gathered round

And many looked fit,

Suddenly, they grabbed me

And tied me to a fire spit!

This story doesn’t end

Like I thought it would,

I was the one who was

Finger lickin’ good!   😊

MY CHICKEN, MARTINA

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MY CHICKEN, MARTINA

My chicken, Martina, was a great singer,

She clucked through my barn yard with pride,

If you squinted, at dusk, she was a ringer,

For the talented Martina McBride,

 

One day, Martina had a cough, and I bet

She might have a bad cold,

So, I took her to a homeopathic vet

Who was a strong ninety-six years old,

 

The vet poked and checked her extremities,

And then said, “I think you’re in luck,”

“If you try all these home remedies,

I think we can restore her cluck!”

 

“Don’t eat this hen until she gets well,

And if she gets the croup,”

“Give her honey and tea, and I’d tell

You to try chicken soup,”

 

Martina left ornery and pale,

She huffed, “I refuse ‘chicken’ soup,

And If you plan to eat me, well,

You can eat vile chicken poop!”   😊