Rooster Poem by Lamar Cole

Rooster



One January morning it was snowing.
The rooster wouldn't stop crowing.
Sweetheart and I became very perturbed.
Our sensual sensibilities we didn't want disturbed.
We laid and hoped that old rooster would stop crowing.
He will probably stop when the flower seeds need sowing.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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