Monday, January 26, 2009

"Chicken Livers"

I found this poem the other day that I wrote when I was in highschool. It was a true story. When I was growing up I can remember my mom cooking chicken livers. I hated those things. Still do. So here it goes...

"Chicken Livers"
I hate their smell.
I hate their taste.
I hate the way they look.
I close my eyes and hold my nose
when they begin to cook.
I cry and fuss
and am threatened with a whippin.
But I stand back and shake my head.
It is a terrible waste of chicken.
I know that there are some of you out there that like those things and that is great. I am happy for you, but this is one thing that I won't make my kids eat.

4 comments:

Smelling Coffee said...

Girl - you are crazy! In the most wonderful of ways!!! I was planning on serving Chicken Livers the next time we had your family over for dinner. Shoot! I'll have to return them for chicken gizzards instead! :-)

God's Girl Pearl said...

How about some of that potted meat or spam that we both grew up on...Ha!Ha! For real...all you would have to cook for me is a can of spaghetti o's with meatballs. I love that stuff. They make fun of me at work and hide it from me.

Maria said...

You need to put this to a song; it is kind of reminding me of 'Smelly Cat'.

God's Girl Pearl said...

You are right. I haven't thought of that. However, the only song I can play on my guitar is "Smelly Cat". Maybe I can play it to that tune.