Poem -

The Gristle..ing chicken ( For Lonely Journeys Chicken Contest!!??)

I am a chicken 
and I gristle
a lot

Oh yes people say
Stop moaning 
Chicken

But I care not a jot

It is a sorry lot
For a chicken
Named Whistle

Who gristles
And
Cares not a lot

About.....POOP!
Ta...dah!!!!...????
??
( Not sure what idiot wrote this but I'm pinching it for Matthews contest!) ?
 

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A Lonely Journey

Marionette! Thank you for participating! You are Brill!! (not the cream, or the scrubbing pad, but your brill). I was telling Cheerie, it was kind of a joke, just being such a specific thing and all, and yet everyone has joined in! I'm thrilled...and a little scared. lol. I love that you guys are all nuts! I remember, before I went insane, thinking 'this is boring', and then I went crazy, and said' ah, that's the stuff!', so I'm glad you're getting fitted for your straight jackets. 
I like Whistles. He seems conundrum-ized by his place in this world, and also a little ornery, which are important qualities for a chicken. Once, I met one named Philomena Hairynets, and she was obtrusive, and gangly, and it just didn't fit the chicken mode. You've captured it perfectly, though! I am going to have to deduct 7.31 points for not using the word 'poop', but you still have a wicked great chance. Let's just hope Gerg doesn't come up with a gem, so you can have the toenails. Great job, Marionette, you're an amazing person! 
Matthew. 

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