The Asian Athletic Chook Poem by Paul Warren

When I went to Asia things weren't the same
The temperature and humidity certainly was another game
It seemed all you needed to do was to plant it in the ground
And it would grow by next week with fruit to go around

But what surprised me most was the athletic chooks
Who walked around on muscular legs with an Olympic look
And they were slender from running around in the heat
There looked to be not enough for the Colonel's secret recipe meat

So when eating chicken stir fry in an Asian town
Remember that it was from an athletic chook running around
Who's played the game hard in their short feathered life
And was lean and mean machine who couldn't outrun the knife.

© Paul Warren Poetry