Life With My Soldier

My dad had a wonderful sense of humor, he was sarcastic but not in a mean way, just really funny. He wrote a poem a long time ago, both my brother and I were still living at home so it had to have been at least 8 yrs ago. For some reason when he wrote it I folded it up and have carried it in my wallet ever since. I thought it was halarious at the time, but now I'm so thankful that I decided to keep it. He wrote it about my brother, so I'd like to explain before I put the poem up so you can get it. My brother is a big fried chicken and potato salad fan. He always loves it when my mom makes that, it's his favorite meal. He can put it away for sure. We always had to grab ours first before mom called him or else we were very likely not to get any lol. My uncle read this along with stories that some of the family members had written about dad at his funeral. It just goes to show the kind of man dad was. So here's the poem:

Chicken

Chicken, Chicken, where did you go

Don't tell me, Don't tell me I already know

We all had a piece, except this one

He had 12, twelve this bum

Chicken, Chicken I cried last night

Just one more piece for my delight

But someone had 12, at least 12 I know

Cause all I can see, is the bottom of the bowl

Chicken, Chicken, what a horrible sight

God, he's in the kitchen we all cry

We had a piece and that's all we get

Cause Matt ain't through nope, he ain't through yet

Chicken, Chicken, Just one more piece for my delight

But Matt had 12 so I guess it's "goodnight"!

Cause the bottom of the bowl is all that I see

That, and one little punk who left none for me

P.S. I hope you get gas buddy