Life is an adventure. One day it will end, flashing before your eyes in a blinding whirl of all your greatest moments, proudest achievements, and most desperate failures. Make sure it is worth watching.
Caution: May Contain Nuts
or The Kellers in Africa
Jul
1
Oh, African chicken,
so skinny and so free
It was so very kind of you
to become a meal for me.
You woke me up this morning
With your loud and raucous crow.
You’ll wake me up again tonight,
For another reason, though.
I wish that they had killed you
closer to meal time.
Your fizzy, funny texture
defies what I can rhyme.
Back home I thought of chicken
As succulent and sweet.
Out here I must content myself
With slimy-greenish meat.
I’m so glad they fried you,
At least it kills the germs
Although I’d feel much better
If it also killed the worms.
Oh, African chicken,
You will always be
The best, most special meal,
They always make for me.
3 Responses to “Ode to African Chicken”
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July 1st, 2010 at 11:34 pm
ok. now I know. ‘nough said!
July 5th, 2010 at 3:22 am
hmmmm… After reading this it might be awhile before I can face chicken… even here!
July 6th, 2010 at 4:02 pm
Yes, I agree with Heather. I know that I asked… but I may now regret that question.