Kfc Poem by Mariah Henry

I wake up in the morning and feel like Colonel Sanders
Put my uniform on hit Decatur
Before I leave I brush my teeth with my new tube of Crest
When I leave for my shift I won't back till two o'clock
I won't ever stop making chicken because it's my calling
When they want some mac and cheese they know that's its coming
The little kid in the corner just spilled his slaw, gotta wipe it cause he is a slob
Now that its two it is time for me to clock out.