‘That Darn Rooster.’
We moved to the country.
We planted some flowers.
We weeded the garden.
We tended the flowers.
We discovered a monster.
We had to do something.
We wondered how to confine him.
Thought we’d rise at 8, to get some good work in.
He started to crow at 6, that darn Rooster.
I thought the loosened dirt was nice to put bulbs in.
He thought it was a playground, that darn Rooster.
I thought a nice fenced yard would keep him in.
He flew out of the top, that darn Rooster.
Thought a Rooster coup would keep him in.
He was hiding by time to roost that darn Rooster.
The hens were kept for the reason they were brought in.
He tore out their neck feathers and ran their legs thin, that darn Rooster.
He sullenly stared, as we walked by the pen.
He launched his attack after we passed that darn Rooster.
A nice soup pot would do, she said with a grin.
He turned out to be quite tasty to me, that darn Rooster.
