I saw the chicken cross the road,
deep set in contemplation.
So I put my cap on and followed
to end all the speculation.
He ducked down an alleyway,
then suddenly stopped dead
below a sign that gently swayed,
upon which said The Gag’s Head.
On the door, he went knock-knock
“Who’s there?” “Me. Chicken”
He was quickly ushered in
and the plot began to thicken.
I peered in through the window
to get a better look at the place;
the first thing that caught my eye
was a horse with a long face.
The horse was looking at something
black and white and red all over,
while stroking a dog without a nose
who emitted a terrible odour.
Next to them was a big chimney,
smoking in front of his son,
and Pikachu who had missed the bus
because nobody poked him on.
An Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman
were all standing there in a group,
talking to an elephant in a fridge
and a fly doing breaststroke in soup.
The chicken ordered himself a beer
and began a night of boozing
to escape from a joke of a life
made not of his own choosing.
I looked on sadly for a little more
before deciding I’d better split;
the first rule of joke format club
is nobody talks about it.
Very humorous and very engaging. Great work!
Thanks very much!