A Chicken #2
I feel bad for that chicken I ate a week ago (if you haven't read, please see previous posts).
That chicken didn't do anything to me? Would you want someone putting you on the barbecue and eating you? I think not!
Why can some vegetarians eat chicken? It doesn't make sense. I may ban myself from eating any chickens for the next little while...at least until I get over the thought of eating that poor thing.
In honour of the chicken, please find the following poem:
An ode to a chicken.
A chicken is lonely,
running in his pen,
waiting for the butcher,
those drity old men.
"Please don't put me on the barbecue,"
"I really don't taste that fine",
come here little chicken,
For you I'm going to dine.
I really don't know what all that means. There isn't any special hidden meaning. But i ask you to think about it next time you have some poultry.
posted by The Vitamin's Blog @ 11:42 p.m.
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