I've ordered my meal,
And I'm still waiting.
Maybe I should leave now,
Skip out on paying?
No one's coming. I could try to
Find my poodles. (my poodles)
Should I stay or should I go?
Cause they're chicken noodles.
They're chicken noodles.
Hopefully, it will be canned, though, (canned, though)
I get sick too fast.
Can it come from Tokyo,
With a custom-made spoon
Topped with a picture of Elvis?
A box of streudels,
To combat my aching pelvis.
Cause they're chicken noodles.
They're chicken noodles.
They're chicken noodles (chicken noodles).
Oh...oh
They're chicken noodles.
Oh...oh
Cause they're chicken noodles.
They're chicken noodles.
They're chicken noodles. (chicken noodles)
Cause they're chicken noodles,
I have to stay here.
They're chicken noodles,
I have to eat them.
Cause they're chicken noodles,
Yes, they are chicken noodles.
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Poetry Corner
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
