04-23-2016, 06:01 PM
A Four Piece Box Please
As fingers gripped and ripped his vest
the chicken bared his breaded breast.
Eleven smells of herbs and spice;
A Coca Cola with some ice.
A side of sweetcorn and some slaw,
me and the chicken went to war.
He didn't stand a fuckin' chance,
I sucked his bones; left nought to chance.
As fingers gripped and ripped his vest
the chicken bared his breaded breast.
Eleven smells of herbs and spice;
A Coca Cola with some ice.
A side of sweetcorn and some slaw,
me and the chicken went to war.
He didn't stand a fuckin' chance,
I sucked his bones; left nought to chance.