Four Stanzas, One Punchline, Infinite Regrets (The Chicken Poems Return)

For every chicken sandwich

You eat throughout your life

A hen loses her husband

Or a rooster’s sans his wife.

Are you emotionally mature enough

As down the hatch she goes

To tell the rooster where’s his wife

And that he doesn’t have any toes?

Are you prepared to face the widow

As on her man you chew,

To look her in her beady eyes

And say “no cock for you!”

For every chicken sandwich

A family is dead.

Tune in for tomorrow’s poem

About the horrors of eating bread!

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