Once upon a mid-morn dreary, as I pondered with eyes quite bleary,
Over many a curious volume of culinary lore,
On a latte I was sucking, and yet suddenly there came a clucking,
As if some salesman were a-mucking, mucking about my kitchen door.

And yet presently the noise repeated. So I hollered, no longer seated.

Then throwing wide the kitchen door, I found there a chicken and nothing more.

Leapt a back I then with a stutter, as the phantom bird did with a
    flutter
Mount the folk-art bust of Julia Child there upon my kitchen floor.
Perched and sat and nothing more.

Then the palled poultry most perplexing did set my meager mind to guessing ...

Quoth the chicken,

As certain as my heart is ticking, I'm certain no living chicken
Has ever so clearly commanded a living cook before
With an utterance so clear and shocking that even I could not ignore.
Quoth the chicken,

Then thought I, perhaps she's on to something.
For too long now I have been supping
On feed incapable of nourishing my anguished soul.
Perhaps some truly good eats my hungry soul could restore.
Quoth the chicken,

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ORIGINAL: TwistedHeart74

I think there's a cup or two of the coffee left Bounty. Caffiene this late? Won't that keep you up?

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ORIGINAL: dreamofthemoon

Caffeine.  Keep that stuff away from me, for once.  Sad day if i need to say that, lol.  i needs sleep.

*curls up in the pillow fort, leaves room for Twisted, if/when she wants to...*

G'nights, all. [:)]

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ORIGINAL: TwistedHeart74

You know, it's day shift this week. Then, back to third shift next weekend. Is it any wonder I can't sleep worth a damn? I'm cranky. I need a massage and chocolate.

*gazes longingly at the Road Tar* No coffee for me, have to go to bed early so's I can be up at the ungodly hour of 5:45 a.m.