Chicken II
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
But come on! The chicken is not an albino!
It had a bladder problem, but at mid-road it realized things were constipated.
The chicken with a soulful heart
Paused with a silence fraught.
'Twas waiting for a winged friend
To emerge from the next bend.
Here came the awaited footfalls,
And oh! the ear's hope was false...
Sight yielded but a perfect stranger,
As the bird's heart dipped nether.
And then did it with right wrath fume,
Stuck breast out, flurried the plume,
Thrust out foot, and stiffly strode!
Thus did the chicken cross the road.
On this side of the road was Gates, on that side Torvalds.
A road and a chicken struck a partnership to arrange an accident of a car with a briefcase full of cash. The chicken secretly made to run away with all the money without giving the road its cut of the loot. What you saw was just the first half of the chicken's plan to double-cross the road.
Asin was giving autographs across the road. She's beautiful, no?
Researchers in Reykjavik have finally come out with a decisive answer to the unsettling behaviour of chickens crossing roads frequently between mid-July and late August.
From the website of University of Iceland:
|| Gallus gallus, or the domestic chicken, has increasingly become a traffic menace all over the world. Two out of every ten[1] bicycle topples are caused by their running into the rider's way. What is the root source of the instinct that drives these bipeds mad as a, well, wet hen? A four-member team of the Zoology Department [2] set out to unravel these mysteries, and their findings bring to light most shocking results. It was discovered that the age-old medical gospel, that chickens had nothing to do with chicken pox, was a sham. As a matter of fact, the seed of the fowl's impulse (to dash across bitumen) is a hybrid of two viruses -- one causes chicken pox, the other chikungunya! Reports of .... ||
Note:
[1] 'One out of every five' would do.
[2] Its Ornithology Wing (a bit of a pun, eh?), actually. The webmaster prudently so tailored the wordings that it didn't sound like the chicks were stared at by a bunch of bird-watching guys.
The aviator desiderated to galvanise tribulatory predicaments in the precinct-abarticulative for a consuetude of chlerdipsylzubonemaphinschgretion.
But come on! The chicken is not an albino!
Aashish Dattani
It had a bladder problem, but at mid-road it realized things were constipated.
Dr Flea
The chicken with a soulful heart
Paused with a silence fraught.
'Twas waiting for a winged friend
To emerge from the next bend.
Here came the awaited footfalls,
And oh! the ear's hope was false...
Sight yielded but a perfect stranger,
As the bird's heart dipped nether.
And then did it with right wrath fume,
Stuck breast out, flurried the plume,
Thrust out foot, and stiffly strode!
Thus did the chicken cross the road.
Pratyusha
On this side of the road was Gates, on that side Torvalds.
Mathew
A road and a chicken struck a partnership to arrange an accident of a car with a briefcase full of cash. The chicken secretly made to run away with all the money without giving the road its cut of the loot. What you saw was just the first half of the chicken's plan to double-cross the road.
Sriram (EP)
Asin was giving autographs across the road. She's beautiful, no?
Narendranath
Researchers in Reykjavik have finally come out with a decisive answer to the unsettling behaviour of chickens crossing roads frequently between mid-July and late August.
From the website of University of Iceland:
|| Gallus gallus, or the domestic chicken, has increasingly become a traffic menace all over the world. Two out of every ten[1] bicycle topples are caused by their running into the rider's way. What is the root source of the instinct that drives these bipeds mad as a, well, wet hen? A four-member team of the Zoology Department [2] set out to unravel these mysteries, and their findings bring to light most shocking results. It was discovered that the age-old medical gospel, that chickens had nothing to do with chicken pox, was a sham. As a matter of fact, the seed of the fowl's impulse (to dash across bitumen) is a hybrid of two viruses -- one causes chicken pox, the other chikungunya! Reports of .... ||
Note:
[1] 'One out of every five' would do.
[2] Its Ornithology Wing (a bit of a pun, eh?), actually. The webmaster prudently so tailored the wordings that it didn't sound like the chicks were stared at by a bunch of bird-watching guys.
Upcoming post in Chemical Siddharth's blog.
The aviator desiderated to galvanise tribulatory predicaments in the precinct-abarticulative for a consuetude of chlerdipsylzubonemaphinschgretion.
'Frame' Santhosh
posted by Marlin Jar at 12:30:00 pm
12 Obiter dicta:
ass
*sigh*
A slip of tongue
on a euphemism for 'bung';
and you deside to use it thus,
you slimy piece of chicken dung.
And well, I hope you got my sms on my own thoughts of why the chicken crossed the road. this though is hilarious.
lol
M,
Schmuck.
Dr F,
I did get your sms, but wanted the post to have entirely fictional responses.
Absolutely awesome! :D
double cross!! lol
chlerdipsylzubonemaphinschgretion???
Amazing! Just too good!
concise!
Parseval,
I bow.
Pratyusha,
Thank you, but what about your poem?
Frame,
Thanks a dozen! The word is pronounced kler-dye-syle-zu-bo-ni-maa-finsh-grey-shan
I appreciate your virtue of enjoying being satired. The quality is rare among our race.
S(riram?),
Concise? Debatable...
"my" poem i think is the best my poem can really get. ;)
very nice. i was pleasantly taken aback for quiet a while whenever i visited your page that I didn't know how to react.
ROFLMAO at Parseval's and Frame's :D
Great work.
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