“Keep smart, sensitive chickens off the road”
Send em to college, I guess.
Keep em on the grill..................
He was usually a good chicken, but when Carl the chicken got behind the wheel of his Mustang, he became a maniac.
Passing on the right.....playing Disco Duck too loud on his stereo.....giving the bird to the employees of Popeyes Chicken.
Everyone could see that he was headed to a tragedy.
Then it happened.
After a class discussion of Rod McKuens poetry, he tore out of the parking lot at Harvard and was soon flying down the interstate.
Well, not really flying because chickens don’t fly, but we’re already in trouble in this story because chickens, while them may be smart and sensitive, can’t reach the pedals on a car.
They’re kind of smart, sensitive and short.
Believe me, if they ever come up with a six foot tall chicken, you wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley. Or a well-lit interstate for that matter.
Those chickens are mean.
Have you ever looked at chicken feet?
They can really scratch you. Good thing they’re tasty or we’d be shooting them for how nasty they are.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah, Carl the smart and sensitive chicken cruising down the interstate in his Mustang with his ten trillion megawatt subwoofer pumping out the bass from Eat That Rat by the RAMONES.
Well, he lost it on the curve and Jan and Dean or Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, I can never remember which, then wrote a song about it called Dead Chickens Curve and it sold like a bazillion copies and poor Carl the smart and sensitive chicken was cooked up and served for lunch at Harvard thereby living the Harvard motto of “Chicken et Veritas” or something.