Southern Fried Sweet Apple Pie

Her turkey breasts were firm and fresh
as the Subway's lights went down
on tader tots too hot to trot--
salsa spilled upon the ground.
Her taco, it was open wide
and screaming, "Where's the beef?"
while old McDonald watched us all
and the Big Fish swam the reef.

She was southern fried, sweet apple pie
so sweet she'd make you rot
and all the fries who went inside
deserved just what they got.
And though they'd planned to wash their hands
it'd not cure what they got
for even though she fed them all
she burnt the whole lot.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the restaurant, Fast Food Delights and late night fights, they haunt your every bite-- good to the last drop!

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Last night I picked-up 3 chickens and brought them home to occupy my newly constructed chicken tractor. When I got them home the 3 of them wouldn't get out of the cardboard box I transported them in so after some gentle prodding I ended up with 3 chickens sitting in my lap while I sat on the ground in my back yard. I think they like me already.

I finally managed to get them in the chicken tractor, gave them food and water and covered the entire tractor with a heavy canvas tarp to keep out the wind. This morning when I rolled back the tarp I found 3 happy chickens sitting atop their perch smiling up at me.

One of the three is an Auricana chicken, the breed that lays the blue-green eggs and the others will lay brown eggs. (Or was that the other way around?)

Today I'm off to shop for chicken feeders, chicken waterers and chicken feed to supplement the ample table scraps that we had been composting

My thanks to Gloria (not her real name) for helping me get started. All three girls seem to be quite happy in their new home and this morning when I opened the door to feed and water them all three demanded I rub them.

With chickens taking to me like that I'll soon corner Greensboro's chicken market.

Here.

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Wouldn't you know it, just last month we had an emergency crime meeting of the Greensboro City Council and today I get e-mail from the Greensboro Police Department noting that January figures are worse than December. From the e-mail:

"The Greensboro Police Department Criminal Investigations Division Auto Squad has noticed an increase in license plate thefts.

In December there were 42 license plates reported stolen and in January there have been 43 reported."

Figures...