They say the best way to express your deepest emotions is through poetry. So we’ve written a poem encapsulating a Jayhawks’ most emotional weekly experience: chicken tender day at Mrs. E’s.
I walk up to Mrs. E’s
with a growling stomach that I must please.
A line extending out the door
I begin to wonder what’s in store?
What is this line? What could it be for?
Could it be Taco Tuesday? Or maybe pulled pork?
Opening the door, the aroma hits.
But it’s not the usual smell of armpits.
Is this real life? Could it really be?
For the second time this week?
And a single tear rolls down my cheek.
To have these tenders on my plate,
There is no amount of time I will not wait
10, 20 minutes or maybe more
HEY! NO CUTTING THE LINE, YOU FILTHY WHORE!
I get to the front, shaking with glee
As two delicious tenders are handed to me.
Perfectly plump, yet crispy outside
This will be one wild ride.
Golden, crunchy, savory strips
That linger for hours between my lips
With each new bite, I see visions of God
Who, to my surprise, has a rockin’ bod.
With this fried chicken
Any broken heart can be healed,
Even though they might make you
I’m only human
But I think I’m in love.
That, or I am an addict
And E’s chicken strips are my drug.
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