Woman, you are like a chicken.
Now before you go walking away
Huffing and puffing, and calling
My game lame
Give me a chance to explain.
Your thighs are as smooth
As a greasy fried piece --
Wait, that didn't come out right.
I meant to say that your breasts
Are plump and crunchy --
Naw, don't walk away.
You know that ain't what
I meant to say.
I'm going to put it to you plain.
This is what I wanna do.
I say you're a chicken
Because I just wanna
Lay down and eat you.
By A. Jarrell Hayes
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