The Rooster Poem by Phil Soar

The Rooster



I was counting my chickens when the rooster arrived
Gave me a look and stood there with pride
His harem had grown and he had lots of chicks
But I shot him for waking me up around six!

Monday, August 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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