Fried chicken

golden brown allure
satisfies primal desire
greasy paradox

Note: Notice that I’ve removed 10 mins from the title – because I’ve realised that it takes me a lot longer than 10 mins to write a haiku that I’m please with. Not saying that it can’t be done – just that I can’t achieve that feat atm. I was on a bit of a haiku roll yesterday, and jotted down ideas for several haiku. This one got refined on and off over a period of about an hour today to achieve its current form.  Fried chicken – you either love them or you don’t – admit it, you love them! Peace, and thank you for reading.