Chicken, Chicken on our plates, no place can Chickens hide
An unforgiving deep fried fate, of Chicken Poultricide
But there’s a price to pay you see, to eat the Colonel’s fare
Just try to order any piece; the cupboards all are bare
“We ain’t got nary drumsticks.” And “We done ran out of breasts.”
“We got no wings nor thighs today.” No way to treat their guests
It got so bad in my home town, they closed the Colonel down
The Colonel left and took his sign, no biscuits to be found
The spacious waves of amber grain, our land so free and brave
The Colonel dresses like the dudes, who bought and sold the slaves
America the Beautiful, avenge the lowly chicken
Tables turned; the Colonel is, the one that took the lickin’
Faded terra cotta tiles, a battered empty sign
The Colonel closed his business down
But left the flag behind
Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”
© Copyright, September, 2016
All Rights Reserved
Dennis sadljoc@aol.com says
Jeff, from what I heard, health department closed them down due to filthy conditions and not having an adult supervision. Place was run by the kids. Just saying.
Editor says
Actually, I contacted the health department shortly afterwards, and they said they did not shut it down. The exact reason why it closed is still unknown.