pot-owning ladies who
Fight with chickens
who stole their
Pots and pans
. They clucked along
On their way
to the enormous
utensil producing factory
carrying the livers
Of the fallen
pot owning ladies
In order to
build a kingdom
To house their
collection of rotting
Old lady corpses
decayed and smelling
And maggot infested
earlobes and nostrils
. She created a
