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Rated: E · Poetry · Comedy · #2170517
A fowl mystery of death, desire and dismay
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
To get to the other side
Everyone knows that fabled tale
It's been told far and wide

And Mabel was too fat and slow
The other hens would chide
Yes, she was not the fastest one
She waddled side to side

Along came a pick-up truck
And now that chicken's fried
The driver cooked her on his grill
With asparagus on the side

Yes, Mabel was the main course
Even with her flattened hide
She didn't lie on the road too long
From the pavement she was pried

The coop was all in mourning
The little chicks all cried
The mother hens all told them
It's best to stay inside

There's nothing special over there
In the coop you should abide
They didn't have to be told twice
They ran inside to hide

But by the roadside stood one bird
A rooster called Big Clyde
Big Clyde was crying chicken tears
Mabel was to be his bride

So what was Mabel looking for?
What could not be denied
To make her risk that two-lane road?
Big Clyde just sighed and sighed

What made Mabel cross the road
And with that truck collide?
I guess that we will never know
She never did confide

The lesson from this story is
It's sad that Mabel died
But if a pick-up's on your tail
You'd better stretch your stride

'Cause sometimes bad things happen
So just swallow up your pride
It happens to the best of those
Who venture far outside

And if you have to cross the road
To reach the other side
I'd recommend that you think twice
And take an Uber ride
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