Heres the poem me and Lynn thought for CLARA BOH!


I have a chicken
Who likes to be in a kitchen
Eating weird things like fern
I went in out of concern
For i knew it could not dicern
I saw it toss and turn
To avoid being burn
But we all know what happen
A lesson we all can learn
At least now I have a pern
Made out of roasted chicken

But b4 this poem there was another one i thot of derh. But Clara says cannot cors the poem needs to have explanation but this poem no explanation.


I have a friend
Whose name is Chicken
She likes to be in the kitchen
Cooking weird things like fern
I went to the kitchen
Out of concern
To check out the Chicken
But i found fern!

HAHAHAHAHAHA! I know its retarded. Dun laugh. Cors i bet u aint better than me either! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!