I knew a chicken who had a beef because she was called a ham by some shrimp.
She said nothing about this ribbing ‘cuz she’s chicken…now she’s on the lamb and stewing ’til they meat again.
Just filleting with you.
(Drum roll followed by crashing cymbals!)
Does this smell fishy or have you haddock nuff? 🙂
Get out there and make some noise today my friends!
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This is so “cute.” I loved it. Who knew one could create such a stew over so many neat meat producing critters?
LOL…Bet I’ll have many clever remarks…well said!
Delightfully spectacular. Your poems and stories are like lightning bugs in the summer sky. They light up my day. I just want to run out with my jar and collect them all.
You are so sweet Laila…:-)
fantastic poem. 🙂