Gimme gimme chicken tendies,
Be they crispy or from Wendys.
Spend my hard-earned good-boy points,
on Kid's Meal ball pit burger joints.
Mummy lifts me to the car,
To find me tendies near and far.
Enjoy my tasty tendie treats,
in comfy big boy booster seats.
McDonald's, Hardee's, Popeye's, Cane's,
But of my tendies none remains.
She tries to make me take a nappy,
But sleeping doesn't make me happy.
Tendies are the only food,
That puts me in the napping mood.
I'll scream and shout and make a fuss,
I'll scratch, I'll bite, I'll even cuss!
Tendies are my heart's desire,
Fueled by raging, hungry fire.
Mummy sobs and wails and cries,
But tears aren't tendies, nugs or fries.
My good-boy points were fairly earned,
To buy the tendies that I've yearned.
But there's no tendies on my plate!
Did mummy think that I'd just ate?
"TENDIES TENDIES GET THEM NOW,
YOU FAT, UNGRATEFUL, SLUGGISH SOW!"
I screech while hurling into her eyes,
My foul-smell bowel-dwelling diaper surprise.
For she who is un-pooped on is she who remembers:
Never forget my chicken tenders.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Have you been banned yet?
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This is how you know when you've officially gone too far.
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I already had my chicken tendies for the day. But that question I have for you is are you prepared for when you run out chicken tendies with your trusty chicken tendies alarm?
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What about my chicken nugger?
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I thank the mummy for being a great movie.
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Goddamnit.
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Haha yes!
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Bonus: Tendies Gizoogled edition Gimme gimme chicken tendies, Be they crispy or from Wendys. Spend mah hard-earned good-boy points, on Kidz Meal bizzle pit burger joints. Mummy lifts me ta tha car, To find mah crazy ass tendies near n' far. Trip off mah dirty tendie treats, in comfy big-ass pimp boosta seats. McDonald's, Hardee's, Popeye's, Cane's, But of mah tendies none remains. Bitch tries ta make me take a nappy, But chillin don't make me horny. Tendies is tha only chicken, That puts me up in tha nappin vibe. I be bout ta scream n' shout n' cook up a gangbangin' fuss, I be bout ta scratch, I be bout ta bite, I be bout ta even cuss! Tendies is mah heartz desire, Fueled by raging, horny fire. Mummy sobs n' wails n' cries, But tears aren't tendies, nugs or fries. My -blam!-in good-boy points was fairly earned, To loot tha tendies dat I've yearned. But there be a no tendies on mah plate! Did mummy be thinkin dat I'd just ate? "TENDIES TENDIES GET THEM NOW, YOU FAT, UNGRATEFUL, SLUGGISH SOW!" I screech while hurlin tha -blam!- into her eyes, My -blam!-in foul-smell bowel-dwellin diaper surprise. For dat biiiiatch whoz ass is un-pooped on is dat biiiiatch whoz ass remembers: Never forget mah chicken tenders. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Believe it or not, but I hate chicken tenders. My brother, on the other hand....
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Dat chikn
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ONLY WOMAN I GOT ROOM FOR IN MY LIFE IS WENDYS
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I used my GBP on a blowey joey instead.
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Literally stumbled across that video last night with that student reciting this beautiful poem.