Chickens are baked and they're fried
After eating them you're satisfied
They lay their eggs
While standing on two legs
But only before they have died
I would not want to eat an egg laid by a dead chicken. Clever limerick. You are getting better and better at writing them.
When they are fried, we are satisfied.....! What a bitter paradox of the prey and the predator ! ! Great limerick..... Enjoyed!
Now you are getting clever. Limericks are what you should pursue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yo! I'm enjoying these!