Group Poem Exercise II

[Audiendus]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs,
Which I have loved since I was just a boy.
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes,
And savor all the grease and fat with joy.

From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part,
Or some concoction that appeals to her
To give our love a jolt, a stinging start.

But I say "No, my love, your thighs alone
Can gratify my animal desire."
I love the meat, the juice, the skin, the bone,
The taste that comes but from a charcoal fire.

Our love survives on one fowl recipe.
A poultry choice, but good enough for me.

[saparris]

Hooray, hurrah! Thanks to all who participated.

[LukeJavan8]

Time for another..............................

[saparris]

No problem. Coming soon to a site near you.

[LukeJavan8]

Great:
nothing else to do.