06-14-2010, 12:00 AM
Zen was flying high among the clouds, free and magnificent.
A shotgun went off.
Zen dropped like a bag of bricks.
The feathers of Zen were taken,
While the guts were thrown to the side.
Zen was stuffed and left on a shelf.
"What a great bird" the neighbors said.
Stiff and featherless like a Chicken,
But without any taste.
What an end to Zen!
A shotgun went off.
Zen dropped like a bag of bricks.
The feathers of Zen were taken,
While the guts were thrown to the side.
Zen was stuffed and left on a shelf.
"What a great bird" the neighbors said.
Stiff and featherless like a Chicken,
But without any taste.
What an end to Zen!