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((If this offends you, don't read it.))
The chickens circled, pecking and chuckling
But the man could only imagine feathers plucking
Annoying as it were, those were his only friends
But those friends had long overstayed, only has-beens.
“Fie and death upon you and your kin!”
Finally the man’s temperance had worn thin
He lined each chicken up with a mask
And left to grab his other friend, the axe.
After plucking each feather out of the skin
The man laughed and began to begin
He made up his spices, and heated his oil
He was long ready to drop his chickens into the boil.
The chicken was good, but not good enough
He had cooked the rooster, and the meat was tough
The skin was soggy, and quite nasty to boot
The man began to play his mind like a flute.
He grabbed down flours and spices and flakes
Mixed them all together, and flavors to make
Dropping the chicken into it, then into the fry
Made him feel like a really ingenious guy.
Now you know the story of Fried Chicken
If you’ve tasted it, you’d know it’s flipping
If you haven’t, your life has no meaning
You must have lost all of your feeling.
Anyway, Merry Christmas, and I'll be mostly offline until after the New Year.
The chickens circled, pecking and chuckling
But the man could only imagine feathers plucking
Annoying as it were, those were his only friends
But those friends had long overstayed, only has-beens.
“Fie and death upon you and your kin!”
Finally the man’s temperance had worn thin
He lined each chicken up with a mask
And left to grab his other friend, the axe.
After plucking each feather out of the skin
The man laughed and began to begin
He made up his spices, and heated his oil
He was long ready to drop his chickens into the boil.
The chicken was good, but not good enough
He had cooked the rooster, and the meat was tough
The skin was soggy, and quite nasty to boot
The man began to play his mind like a flute.
He grabbed down flours and spices and flakes
Mixed them all together, and flavors to make
Dropping the chicken into it, then into the fry
Made him feel like a really ingenious guy.
Now you know the story of Fried Chicken
If you’ve tasted it, you’d know it’s flipping
If you haven’t, your life has no meaning
You must have lost all of your feeling.
Anyway, Merry Christmas, and I'll be mostly offline until after the New Year.
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