The sign outside the diner said
"with our world-famous chicken"
imagining heels, cane, and top hat
singin', dancin' like the dickins

Coming out of her cool bath
she patted down and powdered
then she got fired up spicy
dipped battered dusted floured

Her pan-tomime was crisp
her personality a bubblin'
until she's simmerin' juicy
with her top all uncoverin'

Remember that famous chick 'n'
the bit that hot hen did
without a leg to stand on
saucy whence on tongue she slid

A full-feathered fan dancer
she laid it all out before me
did a duet with ol' Texas Pete
as good to taste as is to see

I can't tell you no lies
I love her taste, her savoir-faire
she's really got some tasty thighs
for this man's hungered love affair

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-11