A rose with thorns
Oh whatachicken why do you torment me so?You haunt my dreams with your tender flaky crust lounging on a crisp bed of lettuce nestled in the loving arms of a toasted whole wheat bun.
Oh whatachicken your siren song assails me as I leave waterworks late at night.
Have you no mercy whatachcicken? You know I am powerless against you. Release me!!!
Oh but whatachicken you are a rose with thorns. Yes you seduce with crunchy warm love in the dark of the night. Spinning sonnets of your tender, ample, fullsome breasts. But come morning the rent is due and you come to collect.
Oh whatachicken I hate you...I love you....
Let's not fight whatachicken...
posted by Chef @ 2/07/2006 11:01:00 AM
1 Comments:
God, somehow I feel envious of whatachicken. Please stop cheating on me with her.
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