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I said: “Down the hatch.”
And then emptied the box of free-range chickens
into the submarine.
Before anyone could react,
I jammed the switch to permanent dive
and the submarine rocketed
to the bottom of the ocean.
Later after crashing into the sea floor
many chickens complained of the “bends”
when they reached the surface.
Still, other complained about being wet.
One wanted a peanut-butter sandwich.