When I was younger about twenty years ago
I used to choke my chicken I be dammed if Id let it go
I’d keep my hand around its scrawny neck
My mum would tell me off but I loved it what the heck
I’d grab it by the throat and squeeze very tight
Sometimes Id race around the house and give the cat a fright
As boys we’d head out the back off to the old barn
And sit down on the hay and chew and spit and tell each other a yarn
But when boredom was setting in and we were lost for things to do
We each pull out our peckers and choke it till its blue
But now that I am older and taken on a wife
If she catches me choke my chicken boy am I in strife
She loves to choke my chicken and she does it very well
And when she’s through a choking it she Plucks it for a spell
Now choking had its benefits and it got me through my youth
But there’s nothing beats a Plucking boy and that’s Gods honest truth
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Excellent humor my friend, as always!
