Dino Dinner
Ruffles, feathers, crests and crowns
Beneath it all a chicken’s found
But what is a chicken when it is plucked?
A toothless dino –
No wonder you like it dead and stuffed
Posted: Monday, November 8th, 2021 @ 8:04 am
Categories: Poems.
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