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Ode to Chicken Kiev (Free verse) by bunniesnangels

His herbed heart with dagger pierc'd His oily life's blood drains away He settles back with gurgled sigh Into his saucy-riced array I tease him into tattered bits Devouring with a chilling hunch That here's repast I'll soon regret Tomorrow I shall bring my lunch.

Nanshe 26-Feb-03/5:44 PM
I see you have a fixation with the FAT. Perhaps you might reconsider your menu, before the gout sets in?




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