Fried Chicken Poem by Ovidd

Fried Chicken



the lettuce, tomatoes, onions,
and carrots,
they all come down to one plain
a simple mean

doing what is right

does not always produce
happiness

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 27 September 2011

Like it. It makes a change. Good poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Sands of time.

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