Chicken Stew Poem by Kelvin Rush

Chicken Stew



I've got a bone to pick with you
Said the roast potato to the chicken stew
You're full of gristle with too much salt
Now I won't be eaten and it's all your fault

Monday, April 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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