I went to the restaraunt,
I wanted something light.
I never quite expected
what would happen that night.
I said "bring me the platter,
of chicken and of rice."
the waiter said "that's a lovely choice,
I think that it's quite nice."
They brought it to me promptly.
It looked so very good.
But something was amiss here,
It couldn't be understood...
"Where is my chicken?"
I asked the waiter, slightly dim...
"Oh, no it happened again..." he said
"Oh this is very grim."
"The rice is just so evil,
while we were in the kitchen,
we were fixing someone else's plate,
the rice just ate the chicken!"
As I made my way home that night,
my heart felt mighty sad.
I mourned the loss of an entree,
but the chicken must feel bad.
You may be eating rice right now.
contemplate as you chew...
the rice ate the chicken that night,
the next victim might be you.