Chicken
I’m a chlorinated chicken
As clean as any whistle
Though perhaps you’ll start to sicken
When you nibble at my gristle
My squawk is antiseptic
And my skin unfit to baste
And I’m very Eurosceptic
And I have a funny taste
My skin is cold and pimply
My heart is hard as granite
Am I normal? Put it simply,
I am from another planet
My parson’s nose is pumped up
With some anti-viral muck –
I can manage you a jumped-up
If unpleasant little cluck
Some say my name is Fox
And some say that it is Gove
They say that I am free from pox
And ready for your stove
But I may make you bilious
And your gag reflex may quicken
When you eat this supercilious
And chlorinated chicken
