The Gold romantic chicken

just a poem let me know what you think

whose chicken is that? 

i think i might know, 

it's owner is oh so quite angry though, 

she was like a dark potato, 

i cry hello, 

As she gives her chicken a shake, 

she screams i've made a bad mistake, 

there's only one other sound to break, 

As the distant waves begin to shake, 

the birds are awake, 

the chicken is oh so gold, 

romantic and deep, 

but she has promises to keep, 

tormented nightmares through the night,

for she never sleeps, 

revenge is always a promise a girl should keep