The Incredible Flying Chicken!

Ah, Childhood!

The Incredible Flying Chicken!

 

I was needling Dave Westlake mercilessly,

 

I don’t recall what about, exactly, and he decided

 

enough was enough, picked up a metal rake,

 

and came at me.  I, being a rather smart lad,

 

panicked, and took off running; looking for an escape route

 

Seeing none, and desperate to escape the tines of doom,

 

I headed straight for a hedge-like bush next to their house,

 

and went airborne; crashing through the thicket,

 

whose branches seemed to reach for me with anger and ill-will,

 

But at least I had escaped the terrible rake

 

Behind me I heard not an angry Dave, but a laughing one!

 

Turns out he was just trying to scare me,

 

and in this he succeeded; I was The Incredible Flying Chicken!