I heard you yell from the kitchen, "dinners almost ready"
I rubbed the rumble away and said, "man, that smells good"
But when I got my hands on and tasted that chicken
What I saw on the table, made me call the FBI, I mean, KFC
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Comments (4)
Looks like my cooking lol, except I'd never cook a chicken. 🙂
haha. Imagine being served that. Oh my.
Creatively penned and loved the humor!!!❤️❤️💕
That imagine is somewhat frightening. KFC couldn't even fix that. I had to look twice to see that was chicken it seemed like something else. This is a very imaginative poem.