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I went to a restaurant,

hoping to find,

some nice beef or chicken,

one of a kind.

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So I sat at a table,

ready to see,

what the waiter said,

he had in store for me.

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I told him I like beef,

I told him I like chicken.

So he told me he had something,

I would think was finger lickin'.

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So when my order came,

I chowed on down,

on a meaty substance,

the color greenish - brown.

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I don't know what it was,

looked kinda fake to me,

so I sat and wondered,

what the hell it could be.

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It wasn't quite beef,

and I know it wasn't chicken,

it kinda tasted like both,

so I'll call it Beefy Chicken.



~*~ Jill ~*~