Here is a poem I wrote after my best friend gave me he topic, CHICKEN WINGS.
Mr. Chick was farming his crop, but my mommy chopped his head off with an ax. You smart people would think he would drop dead, but all of us dumb persons would know they really run around in circles without their head. Once she cooked him, and then I ate them. He was very:
YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dumb, I know but at least it passes as silly.
This has the sort of gruesome subject matter that I would expect to appeal to Taz.
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Thank-you.
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