Sunday, September 29, 2013

Ode to a Bad Chicken Stew

The gravy would not thicken
It did not taste like chicken
Or carrots or potatoes
Or celery or tomatoes.

The chef still had the nerve.
This stew he still would serve.
The food would people sicken.
The host was panic-stricken.

He called for pizza pie
And now the guests won't die.

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