Flybum
Chirping
There once was a rooster named Karen. He was flashy, proud and daring. He took care of his gals and they were the best of pals, ensuring they were fed and not barren.
He attacked me, the kids and my wife, so I ended his life. A fine dinner was he, stuffed full and cooked gleefully for all to enjoy, for no longer a punk was he.
BTW....I really did like him, as a pet and as dinner. We kept one of his long tail feathers in remembrance.
He attacked me, the kids and my wife, so I ended his life. A fine dinner was he, stuffed full and cooked gleefully for all to enjoy, for no longer a punk was he.
BTW....I really did like him, as a pet and as dinner. We kept one of his long tail feathers in remembrance.
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