Ode to Chicken

Oh Chicken
How I worship you
Your crispy puckered skin.
I love your outer breastmeat
And the giblets hid within.
My kitchen
Is a fragrant place
When chicken's on the hob.
I love to rip your leggies off
And stuff them in my gob.
Oh chicken
Golden tender meat
So juicy firm and pure.
I love you with potatoes
And I will forever more.