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Day 3: But why?

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Today's prompt: The Private Investigator Prompt

This mystery must be solved once and for all,
To save the future generations from running again into this wall.
We must settle this story today,
Inner Sherlock, take it away!

Here are the clues I have gathered so far,
There's a road for sure, not sure if there's a car.
The main suspect is the pompous chicken.
And here's where the plot really starts to thickens.

In a completely uncharacteristic, unexpected episode,
The chicken unnecessarily decided to cross the road!!
What got into it? Why did he run?
Did he want to get away or was it for fun?

The trigger could have been the KFC on this side,
He probably didn't want to look Kentucky Fried.
Or maybe he wanted to go where no chicken has gone before,
So his name becomes a part of glorious folk lore.

In the interrogation, though, he maintained a cold face,
Said, "You do know you are not the first to try this case?"
I replied, "I am not falling for your stupid trash talk,
Just tell me, why the hell did you take that walk?"

After a few hours of painful torture and threat,
Of converting him into a butter chicken spread,
He finally smirked, "I did it as a part of a well thought out plan,
To confound you, you stupid overthinking man." 



Written for: Singapore Poetry Writing Month is an annual event in April, where a prompt is released every day and people write and share their poems based on the prompts.
 

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