Le Plus
Nul
From the depth of the Mediterranean seas,
carried westward on warm and ancient breeze,
through the olive groves and the midday sun,
emerged a creature — half chicken, half nun.
He clucked his way past the white cliffs of Dover,
convinced, as always, that his greatness was not over.
London trembled. The pigeons took flight.
For a new chicken had arrived — and he had no shame in sight.
We hereby announce the Chicken of the Week
Melek 🐔
