At the roadside diner he complained of angina
And blamed the chicken, imported from China
Then the doctor appeared, with his hat and his beard
And sharpened his scalpel (just as he feared)
And blamed the chicken, imported from China
Then the doctor appeared, with his hat and his beard
And sharpened his scalpel (just as he feared)
Love your wit and poetry verses
ReplyDeleteThe doctor's first name was Jack.
ReplyDeleteWho spoke of coming heart attack.
For your sake I'll do what I can.
While drinking Saki from Japan.
{Birds}
Ah so, chicken from china
ReplyDeletespeak with forked tongue
chopsticks protrude from
poor diner's lung...
beware a chicken carrying
pool cue case
his eye is cleverly
measuring your face
he blames your kind
for chickencide
the crime is called
Kentucky Fried
Sandi
As for eating dead birds at a roadside diner,
ReplyDeleteI'd say dining out could surely be finer,
You are what you eat, as we've all heard them say,
Do I want feathers and beak? NO WAY!
Chinese chicken
ReplyDeleteMay be finger lickin'
But, please, enjoy in moderation
To avoid an operation.
...chicken from china, lol, this is actually one of the funniest verses of yours David. Keep it up. Anna :)
ReplyDeleteDoctor opened him up
ReplyDeleteCaught the blood in a cup
Found the cause of disaster
And got out a plaster.
There was quite a to do
When they found Swine Flu
Had ravaged this fella
Who had turned shades of yella!
Love that razor sharp wit.. (yes, pun inteneded)...
ReplyDelete...a bit drastic???
ReplyDeleteIf you eat too much chicken, you see
ReplyDeleteYou'll grow feathers pretty as can be
A person with feathers won't look quite right
And that person will probably die in a fight
So, no need to worry about the heart attack.
I can't do better than Lady Fi. ;-)
ReplyDeleteClever, both of you!