Chicken Don’t Scratch

Minions,

A beatnik poem of sorts…My homage to the Chicken; in all her scrumptious glory. Enhoy -

Chicken walkin down the road – seein all the peoples heavy load. Money east, money west – but Chicken’s cashin in on her breast.

Jive talkin Chicken, startin up some stuff – Rooster sees her funky strut. He don’t like it, he’s the top cock - she ain’t sure of all that, cause her legs turn the clock.

Back on the left, frontin the right – Chickens thigh holdin on tight. Might be dark, but sure nuff is tasty - lonely is the man who is too hasty.

What a sight to behold – Chickens wing flutterin so bold. She can’t fly, that’s too right – but her flappin’s like two ton o’ dynamite.

I love you Chicken, don’t you see – How lovely you are to me. Someday soon, or sooner – I’m gonna wrap you in my arms, and forget about the tuna.