Teen Poetry #1 |
The Chicken Boy |
David Junior Member
since 1999-07-03
Posts 10 |
I work at Chick-fil-a for a summer job. Yesterday being July 5, was as slow as mud so I wrote this about work while waiting for customers to show up. ******************************************** The Chicken Boy The great cluck Is my king Just my luck He summons with a ring As I cook filet I hear him say That today There shall be no play For there are customers to wait And they shall not be late Because it is fate That these chickens be ate So I work off my tail Until I’m pail And fry the chicken without fail For I shall prevail I cook the strips Which have no lips To utter their quips Of their trips And the nuggets try With the craftiest of lie To tell you why They should not die As to the chargrill They can be such a pill When they try to stop the kill Until they are nil The Henny is my friend Upon whom I depend To take the chicken which can’t fend And put it to an end I am the chicken boy And it is my ploy To fry this chicken with joy As is my employ. |
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