A bad poem in remembrance of
The Great Chicken Nemesis, Summer 2007:
Evidently the dog down the street,
The mean pit that occasionally gets loose and attacks not only white meat
And the reason the woman down the street
Walks her Beagle with a baseball batt held close her feet.
Well, he got out and killed chicken nemesis for a quick treat.
He left her out on the back step of Bob's house.
Same dog killed Chicken Nemesis's brother,
what a louse!!!
So they are both gone, one after another.
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