ATTILA THE HEN!
On the road there is no chicken,
no road, nor perception of the road, nor impulse to cross it, nor consciousness of the road,
no clawed feet,
only the great prajnaparamita of the empty form of chicken and the empty form of the road, and that emptiness;
gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond.
*I had such good intentions of avoiding chicken-road-crossing jokes. Obviously the road the chicken crossed is paved with good intentions.
AROUND THE CLUCK!
If it had four doors it would be a sedan
CHICK TO CHICK!
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The first of 21 days of A Chicken Joke A Day
It’s the silly season.
Our feathered ladies have been neglected too long here in blogville.
*From the first Christmas Cracker of the season.