Gil-Salad and the Chicken Wings
In case you missed the summary: This is NOT meant to be taken seriously! It came to my in the shower when I was twelve… enough said.
Oh, Gil-Salad was an Elven king
Of whom the harpers rarely sing
He made it not into tales of old
But has this story, seldom told:
Gil-Salad was an Elven king
That ate too many chicken wings
You'll learn the reason why we don't sing
About this terrible, awful thing
He ate those wings like a hungry toad
His subjects feared he would explode
Halfway through he burst his robe
(The fabric couldn't hold the load)
The prince asked, "How many stomachs have you got?"
"You certainly seem to eat a lot."
"Only one," said the king, "Worry not.
I just must eat wings while they're hot."
"Good king, don't fear," cried young and old
"There's a remedy for wings that grow cold!
Use the toaster oven, be bold!"
"I cannot," said he, "for it was sold."
Good Gil-Salad could not be stopped
He slurped and gorged until he popped
The last to see Salad was the man who mopped
Said he, "The pieces oozed and glopped."
I hope you listened, for my tale is true
And the message is not new:
Don't eat chicken until you're blue
Or you could easily explode too!