My poem 'chickened out' for Sunday-Mini-Challenge (poor chicken)

The Chicken Dinner

T&T Pierrot Grenade** I'm not

His technique I must try to emulate

This said we will cook the chicken tonight

Head under your foot, his legs in your hand

Pull the wagon, kids under das foot

Kids have eyes only for Dad they won't cry

Chicken in two pieces there on the ground

He hops around hopscotch blood squirting high

Call the foxes, they'll eat the chicken raw

Hot dogs for Dad, the kids, and me tonight

 

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. - Photos and Poems Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

. - Tonight I'm linked with Gillena Cox at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and her post, Sunday Mini-Challenge: FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ Pierrot Grenade. 

. - Gillena wants us to fashion a poem using the humorous spelling technique of Pierrot Grenade.  Pierrot doesn't spell the words like we do, rather he uses syllables related to parts of the word from which readers might guess what word he is attempting to spell. 

. - Read more at Gillena's post, linked above and about him here.  

. - **This is a the Sunday Mini-Challenge where we are encouraged to write using ten lines or less.  I used ten but I didn't meet **Gillena's Challenge of using the Pierrot Grenade technique in some places.  My fifth and sixth lines started out that way.  So my characters had hot dogs for their supper.

. - Gillena also said, " Additionally, your poem, including the title, if there is one, should not exceed 100 words. Lets do this! Have lots of fun!" I'm sitting at 80 words including the title.

. - I took my chicken picture while visiting the town of Luckenbach, Texas.  Read of my visit here.