Chicken Scratchin’s
I went to the store this morning
To do my weekly shop
I started working down the list
But then I had to stop
I couldn’t read my writing
A chicken crossed the page
And did a bunch of scratching
Like in a steroid rage
Of course the chicken’s fiction
The blame is all on me
The list’s unreadable diction
Is fully penmanship free
So I looked at my Doc’s prescription
The handwriting looked the same
Then I went over to the pharmacy
And handed him the list in shame
He said I wrote tomatoes
And soup and peas and salad
How he knew I had no clue
And I wrote that shopping ballad
So now I vow to spend more time
When I make my list of gruel
I found it too embarrassing
To be shopping like a fool
Copyright 2009 Patrick Granfors
Georg
Anna
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D