Ted L Glines

Rookie (13 December 1940 (Friday) / Long Beach, California USA)

Boneless Chicken - Poem by Ted L Glines

Boneless Chicken
by Ted L Glines

Ain't nothin better
or finger-lickin
than a southern-fried plate
of boneless chicken.

Greasy-chin stuff,
just cain't get enough
of that cotton-pickin
boneless chicken.

Ya see them cluckers
rollin through the wood,
them boneless chickens
don't run too good.

Easy to catch
in all kind of weathers,
gonna raise me a flock
that ain't got no feathers.

Mix up the batter
and add some spice,
dip in the chicken
and fry it up nice.

Round these parts
it's understood
that my boneless chicken
tastes mighty good.

Pass the chicken, please!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 8, 2009



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