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Chicken Pot Pie

small chicken pot pie
staff will not transfer your name
sepia and round

-rozi



oh chicken pot pie
as thicc as my thigh
an insatiable beast
who lives in a feast
database abomination
faces discrimination
for his spaces he will pay
some fateful day
poor glitched lad
sbmad

-oriette



chicken pot pie, why did you die
and what was your name
before you were pie?
was it just chicken?
that's weird
the end

-gunmetal



in a nest of twigs, under sky so wide,
lived chicken pot pie, with sepia hide.
"sbmad" they'd say, in jest so neat,
as parents eyed him, a potential feast.

oh, chicken pot pie, what fate awaits?
a dish so fine, on silver plates.
he preened in bliss, unaware of the pun,
in a world where dark humor is spun.

in shadows they whispered, a plan so sly.
"for dinner, perhaps, this chicken pot pie?"
but fear not, for fate twists this tale,
our pie takes flight, not for sale.

so ends the story, dark but dear,
of a bird named for a meal, living without fear
in the forest deep where secrets lie,
flew our hero, chicken pot pie.

-patrick



chicken in the pie
how, could it have gotten there
in my belly, now

-jay



there once was a mirabilis
who lived down the lane
he ate and played all day
the smell of pie was on the way
when chicken pot pie came to play

-arf



there once was a crazy chicken
so sweet and delicious
all of a sudden the chicken started glucking
and everyone started ducking
so the chicken became christmas dinner pie

-thehippi



oh, chicken pot pie,
apple of my eye.
so simplistic yet rare,
nothing inside or outside of scria can compare.
scrian books will be written of your legendary escapades,
many will try to dethrone your legend but ultimately they all fade.
for only one can be of legend.
so let it be known,
that you should never try to dethrone the legendary and regal chicken pot pie.
instead share his stories of legend far and wide.

-stargazer



glazed pastry bird,
glowing in the oven,
napping in the pastry,
the best of your dozen,
your demeanour hasty,
you're quick to insist,
YOU WONT FIND ME TASTY!
impossible to resist,
back in you go,
your feathers ruffled,
your head tucked low,
snores rising slowly muffled.

-doorbellbirdy



chicken pot pie.
tis flakey and not dry.
celery, carrots and a filling so creamy.
the way it tastes my oh my this flavor is ever so dreamy.
chicken pot pie such tasteful delight.
the aroma wafts up my nostrils and I half expect this yummy goodness to take flight.
and what ho it does!
landing square in my rumbling tum!
chicken pot pie you're ever so yum!

-riley



as I sit here tonight trying to write
some poetry for my friend Ter,
I stare at the page and soon start to rage,
at my lack of ability and flair.

to come up with a rhyme may take me some time,
as I ponder, and I fret, and I sigh.
to find words for a pet, I sorely regret,
that has a name like Chicken Pot Pie!

despite the pet’s name, I will all the same
try my best to succeed at this dare
cause it’s not for pet that I’m taking this bet
I’m doing it for my friend Ter!

-encore



chicken pot pie,
from planet scria,
mirabilis delight.

feathers of gold,
glowing in starlight,
eyes like cosmic jewels.

scria's gift to earth,
a taste from distant skies,
warm, savory bliss.

layers of pastry,
encasing tender morsels,
melting on the tongue.

savor each bite,
a symphony of flavors,
mirabilis delight.

-kamii



steaming, soft and freshly cooked,
so the chicken pot pie stands,
far from quickly overlooked,
just enough to fill a man!

-oz



cherished bird
how are you so cute?
i like your...
crust?
kind
egg escapee.
nice

poussin
of
the oven.

please
indulge
everyone.

-zen



I eye something precious,
a chicken pot pie so delicious
fully baked
it makes my stomach ache
and my tongue drool
now I just have to wait for it to cool

-chaos



oh chicken pot pie
you're all so small,
you're all so tasty,
I will eat you up so hasty.

-ceiyru



sat under sky,
field full of rye,
grown shoulder high,
ground is bone dry,
birds fly on by,
sight caught my eye,
passing gadfly,
hears my outcry,
with hunger nigh,
quickly comply,
bring mug of chai,
and chicken pot pie

-boonys



how do you fit a chicken in a pot?
how do you fit a pot in a pie?
never has either cook or sage
unraveled these bafflements that on stovetop lie.
even if you steam the chicken,
soak it to mush in brothy seas,
shrivel the fowl until skin strangles bone,
the pot will spill over from carrots and peas.
and say you smash the lid on tight.
you'd still have to slam the soup in a pie.
that's too much mass. It's just not right.
chicken pot pie is a myth that must die.

-feathermoth



why is it so hard to write
a poem 'bout chicken pot pie?
I think I just might,
take a small bite,
from this sweet chicken pot pie.

-outsane



defier of destiny,
chicken pot pie,
meant to be eaten,
until things went awry,
you broke free of your pastry,
and flew away to safety,
to watch the world from on high,
behold the almighty,
chicken pot pie

-setzer



a happy warble and fluttering of feathers,
sounds of a friendly face with plumage matching a meal,
many balk in confusion when to which the owner refers,
until a small, round bird lands on their shoulders to clarify the ordeal,
a content coo from a safe perch is enough for it to click what was amiss,
for the odd statement of 'feeding chicken pot pie' is that of a caring for a beloved mirabilis.

-doppelgaldred



chicken pot pie
so small and delicate as flightless as a dear penguin
yet so fluffy and tasty as a cooked chicken.
whenever we raised you and feed you
as well as nurture you as our pet,
you have joy and warmth to our hearts and kept us sane,
yet you look so cute and cuddly.
too cute to eat, yet you are a feisty chicken when you first hatched.
you look fine as much as I do,
your owner takes good care of you.
please we encourage you to grow up nice and strong,
just like your mother, the well deserved chicken
you are nice and tasty to have for a meal and treat
and you're fine looking and sweet.
with sweet chirps you make you always call out and sing too
we love your songs we just do.
we appreciate you and your most joyous tune of chips and tweets,
yet you're not a parakeet.
you are soon to grow into a feathery friend for one who can keep til the life's no end.
alas, the time goes far too quickly for I who wish for you to remain here longingly.
to make a nest you must learn from your mother,
to thrive well you must learn from experience and to learn and practice.

-purplehen427



once there was a chicken pot guy,
who sat on his branch and began to cry.
because so many people called him a pie,
and some people even wanted him to fry.

it's okay, little chicken pot pie,
because my creatu don't see a thigh.

akechi knows you're awful on rye,
and unless you're a little shy,
hopes one day you can freely fly,
without people thinking you're good in Thai

-akechi



to cook up a poem
is no easy feat
but the people of res
have prepared a sweet treat

though sweet it is not
but a savoury delight
a little mira bird
is taking first flight

up and around
onto fresh plates
it sits profoundly
and deliberates

to pie, or not
to be, or ponder
that is the question
for the chicken pot wonder

-silver



I'm not a writer, you see
but for this, I must be.
to pen for the infamous,
is an opportunity to not miss.
filled with gravy, protein and veg
wrapped in a delicious crust,
it's to this and not the chioka I pledge.

-symbiote







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