(posted by weekend guest blogger Charlie Chicken...)
Survivors
a poem by Charles D. Chicken
Thanksgiving may be fer tha birds
But here's two birds that didn't heards
(tha news...)
We's survivors, after tha American holiday
Happy ta be Canadian birds, we must say.
All you hoomans that cook your gooses
Get stuffed, ya upright mooses!!
Cluck fer now.....
2 comments:
What the Dickens?! Excuse me, Charles D. Chicken. Your only a survivor, you stupid piece of poultry, because one Mr. That Dan Guy sees fit to keep a roof over your scrawny, chicken-leg, featherless, poultry-bump, rubbery body! Charles D. Chicken, whatever!
For a survivor, he sure goes through a lot of my beer...
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