Chicken Scratch— Creations


Chickens
Chickens (Photo credit: Allie's.Dad)

Last night I dreamt

I was a dancer who sang

Madonna on steroids.

And I was magnificent

not merely okay

but outstanding.

I received cheers

and roses were strewn

at my feet

amid a standing ovation

while I blew kisses

and smiled waving at the throng

soaking up the adoration

like a sponge in the  Mojave desert.

And not only that

way in the back

of this huge venue

of epic proportions

there were chickens

standing on a bridge

clucking

and chucking

outdated

clichés, verses

and dull

jokes

into the muddy

river below

And there were three of them

Chickens that is

and each proceeded to make a wish

making a total of

three wishes.

The first chicken

went to the side of the bridge

looked skyward

and took a shiny object

and flung it

into the water

with her beak

and her wish was to

find a talented male comedian.

The second wish

made by a PHAT hen

with a sharp comb

was

to make them ALL

including the aforementioned

comedian

gorgeous

with washboard abs

long well-defined legs

and tight little buns

AND the last wish

made by a younger chick

new to the barnyard

a first cousin

related by blood to

the founding father and

previous owner

who had recently passed

due to a  flying chicken mishap

was to have this  humorous

stunning  masculine

stud

stay youthful

healthy

and to never grow old.

And it was further consecrated

by an elder from

The Famous Chicken Ranch in Vegas

thereby sealing the deal.

So  they went home

and very soon thereafter

there stood before them

the studliest steeliest male

ever to strut through

the huge stately desert coop

they each called HOME

and he was infused

with a scent

that permeated the place

a scent that didn’t smell like farts

runny or deadly

a scent that lingered

like a slow and

rather dense

cloud of

carefully cultivated

medicinal satisfaction.

A cure

with benefits

for

these

now amazingly hungry

dreamers

who shall invoke

their fifth amendment rights

and remain

in the back corner

and  masked whilst

giggling

and  inhaling

more than their fair share of Oreo’s.

Because

they have never

EVER heard of a case

where ANYBODY ever

got loud, violent

or resorted to crime

due to this

non contagious sort of fantasizing.

Sincerely

The BIG CLUCKER

The Cute CHUCKER

and The LONE Sucker.

THE END!

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