The Roosters Chimes Poem by Rob Francis Parsons

In the beginning of this day

The blast by wind brings a chime

Its a rotten courus of a roosters ryhm

In the shiffting of the field i lay

When this rooster pitched to stay

What on earth

He screems at everything

He screams for us all

Puts on quite a show

I hear him clear, all can hear

Little devil

I can not screem as you do

This rooster will have its day

Stop your blasted ryhm

Please put an end to your roosters chimes