Ted L Glines
by Ted L Glines
Ain't nothin better
than a southern-fried plate
of boneless chicken.
just cain't get enough
of that cotton-pickin
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
that my boneless chicken
tastes mighty good.
Pass the chicken, please!
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