I ruined the chicken
I ruined the chicken now it has a sad fate I ruined dinner for all my mates unfortunately yet predicted, no one ate I spilled the hot sauce and didn't notice eveyone tried it..it was hopeless everyone cried I wished I'd died I tried to save it to make it mild all it did was fake smell a hidden plight, A powdery mash, a dreadful sight. The illusion held, a savory dream, But the texture, oh, a ghastly scheme. The gravy clung, a watery guise, Concealing the truth, a sad disguise. The chicken, . once so gran became something so sad the chicken I ruined was so bad it made me mad so with a frown I threw it all out 2 hours wasted without a doubt
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