Chicken Wings Poem by Lamar Cole
Chicken Wings
He stood before the Justice Of The Peace marrying the girl of his dreams.
He was wearing a cowboy shirt and blue jeans.
He put on her finger a cheap ring.
Afterwards, they had a meal of hot chicken wings.
They have been married for 50 years and it is the real thing.
But what came to mind when he thought of the marriage day.
Was the great taste of those chicken wings.
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