Which Came First?
It really doesn’t matter who was first or who was last. According to the camera footage, they came together. To a party they weren’t invited to.
They crashed the party. In a truck. The egg claimed it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t drive. He didn’t have hands. That egg. Always making eggscuses.
The chicken refused to take responsibility. She didn’t have opposable thumbs, and any dumb cluck knows you need thumbs to hold the steering wheel. And to open the beer can at the same time.
The chicken blamed the egg for choosing the wrong party to crash. It wasn’t a keg party. It was a birthday party. You can’t really blame the egg. He was only three days old and his brain wasn’t fully developed.
The egg blamed the chicken for steering him wrong.
Authorities want to question the chicken about liability insurance and poor parenting. Unfortunately, the chicken flew the coop. She was last seen crossing the road.
More news later.
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ABOUT THE POET
Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her three chapbooks are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Kiss My Poetry and for Open Arts Forum. Accidental interviewer.
Website: https://bit.ly/3bT9tYu
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“How to Get Me Up in the Morning” https://www.amazon.com/How-Get-Morning-Collaboration-Photography/dp/B0BF31V4T3/
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