I sit in my chair,
My stomach is rumbling,
I await the oven with patience,
Craving those golden chicken wings.
The timer moves slow,
On the edge of my seat,
30 seconds to go,
Til I bask in this treat.
At the sound of the timer,
I leap from my chair,
I grab at the oven door,
Forgetting the heat that’s there.
I shield my eyes,
My hands are fast,
I rescue the wings,
At long last!
As the flavour sinks in,
My taste buds sing,
It’s pure heaven,
My Chicken Wing.
Let no man devour & leave evidence
Chicken Wings Chicken Wings
By Brian Callaghan
