A Weird Story to End All Weird Stories

I ran into a golden goose. Lying in the road. I flattened it like a pancake. It said a curse on you. And it died, With half of it's guts roasting on the road. And I drove further. And picked up my chicken Betsy. The chicken clucked. Then it started raining grape juice, And it stained my clothes purple. My chicken Betsy turned into a chicken monster, Because it saw Hilary Clinton. And it began to fly away. I grabbed its leg, And we flew through the grape juice, And there was the finger from Nowhere, Oregon. It had a mouth, The mouth was a camera. It tried to call us a retaad, But it couldn't, So it gave us the finger. The chicken clucked.