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!
The Daily Travesty 