This was a poem I wrote about a shirt I saw that said Mike’s Kickin’ Chicken. It’s pretty random and weird, but I like it. R&R please.

Mike’s Kickin’ Chicken

Mike’s kickin’ chicken

Chose to be free.

They fried up his pap,

But he said not me!

He hopped to the fence

And kicked in the gate.

He tried to get out,

But it was too late.

The farmer, he caught him

And chopped off his head

Mike ate him for dinner

And then went to bed.