I love chicken - an unrequited love poem.
|I gazed at you from across the road.
Our eyes met - it felt so good.
So to my side you strode.
For the simple fact that you could.
Whether you came first or your egg,
Matters not to a true enthusiast
Be it breast, thigh, wing or leg
I vote poultry as the grooviest.
I know our love will be forever spoiled,
For my designs for you are delicious -
I'll have you baked, fried, or broiled.
For love is quite nutritious.