Aunt Suzy's Chicken

Aunt Suzy made chicken for dinner,
went shopping and left it to simmer.
As hours passed by,
the pot became dry,
its bottom as black as a cinder.

When Suzy came home, it was smoking.
With water, she gave it a soaking.
Flames leaped in the air,
no matter her care,
Suzy's chicken lay dead and croaking.

Her guests arrived on time and starving.
Suzy's appearance was not charming.
Her face was all black,
she seemed out of whack,
the house full of smoke was alarming.

They helped Suzy get up on her feet,
and hurried her outside to a seat.
They called nine one one,
the firetrucks did come,
then they drove to McDonald's to eat.

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