As I masticated my supper,

Which was but a deceased barnyard fowl

Under the name;

"Kentucky fried chicken"

I felt a tormina

So abominable, I scampered; To the attire

And as I perched it didn't ;

Take but more than one sec,

My entrails extricated;

They cascaded down like an avalanche,

Sinking into the great abyss,

Of the attire.

Once reconciled I felt

Ever so allayed