COMEDY Poem: story told to me, unprovoked, in line at taco bell, by Jonathan Focht

well then the junglefowl—
sorry, well then the hen
charges at me like zac rinaldo
so i jitter, dump my bags,
take off like a bad dad
i had polka in the morning!
couldn’t fight or worse
MAIM a fowl!
what would i tell santa?
how would i sleep
with a stereoscope
of wet snapping & giblets
in my head like a ferris wheel?
so anyway i’m bee lining it
back to the road, my bike,
high knees & bum kicks,
whole fifty broom handles
and son of santa
there’s a dan picking the lock!
he sees me coming
& he puts ‘em up!
now i have a junglefowl—
sorry, now i have a hen
coming in hot on my ass
& a fisticuffs dan in front
so what do i do?
i whip out my winky,
start hurdy-gurdying,
pull out my best polka
& guess what?
they both scram!
story of my life!

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