chicken man

it was a bright yet humid day
it seemed the right time to play
so out went the troop
and hopped out of their coop

flying here and there
not knowing what and where
it seemed another common routine
to lash out your spleen

the day was almost done
after being baked in the sun
the yearning for home was stopped in a whiz
when reality hits how far the coop is

going back was very tiresome
but there was this one yum plum
wasnt able to get the number from that one
because for once i was the chicken man

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