The Lunar New Year is upon us. Here's a new piece I wrote befitting the Year of the Rooster. Bon appétit! Chicken Bird
Chicken bird, chicken bird, why you lay egg? Is it for my breakfast or baluku[1]? You think I’m talking cock pulling your leg, right, when I say nothing’s better than you plated, in a bucket or between bread? If I bread you soaked in your unborn chick double confirm plus chop you’ll wish me dead as salad in a style photographic. Chicken bird, chicken bird, what will it be? I can take one thigh and my zha bor[2] two. KFC style or stir-fried in gravy, get your eggs benedict to join us too! Don’t fly off leh[3], there’s so much to ketchup. You are a gift from the heavens above served with French fries and a sunny side up. Chicken chop, chicken chop, what not to love. [1] Baluku: (Singlish) Swollen bruise. [2] Zha bor: (Hokkien) Girl. [3] Leh: Singlish particle that lends emphasis to a statement.
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