Savage Chickens by Doug Savage for February 23, 2023

Moral: “Lame-butt epitaphs FTW.”

Whoa there, chicken! No cause for celebration!

Remember the myth of the goddess Eos and her mortal husband Tithonus. She asked he be granted immortality but forgot to include eternal youth. He thus withered as the years passed, and eventually transformed into a cicada. Tennyson wrote a poem of his imagined lament:

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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,

The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,

Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,

And after many a summer dies the swan.

Me only cruel immortality

Consumes; I wither slowly in thine arms.

Hey, is that scrambled eggs on his plate??!!

And that chicken was clucking lucky!

LOL!

“Dead Like Me”

Aw. The one chicken that never got to the other side.

I read about that chicken. They cut off it’s head, and it kept going and going!

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

If there’s Death, the Death of Rats, then it only stands to reason that there must be a Death of Chickens. Pretty busy guy, I expect.

I don’t think so, I got that one at KFC…

He’s running around like a chicken with his head still on.

Lucky clucker!