Kyle, I had a look at the rooster strutting his stuff in your rogue file and thought I'd send you this bit of light verse:
Cocks and Cockerels
Cocks and cockerels of differing height imagine they’re grand when they crow all night. In broad daylight they strut and preen torment the hens and make them scream. When a clutch is laid and wives get broody they don’t help out, when hens are moody. They also make a racket all day on their roosts or at male play. Instead of clucking as hens do they act as though they’re in a zoo. Better companions for baboons they’d make than for demure white hens who nibble at cake. Rhode Island reds or game cocks with spikes they’re nasty old things that love picking fights. Whoever bets on this bloodthirsty crew won’t make them stop till they’re black and blue then probably raise an axe to the neck of a quarrelsome rooster raring to peck. The stew pot or roast pan is where they end up still tough, unrepentant, down on their luck.
Kyle, we had a whole room of people looking at this when we opened it...this is awesome! Everyone really liked it! I don't know how you did it, but soooo cool! Dad & I love it, Son! Thank you!
Kyle, I had a look at the rooster strutting his stuff in your rogue file and thought I'd send you this bit of light verse:
ReplyDeleteCocks and Cockerels
Cocks and cockerels of differing height
imagine they’re grand when they crow all night.
In broad daylight they strut and preen
torment the hens and make them scream.
When a clutch is laid and wives get broody
they don’t help out, when hens are moody.
They also make a racket all day
on their roosts or at male play.
Instead of clucking as hens do
they act as though they’re in a zoo.
Better companions for baboons they’d make
than for demure white hens who nibble at cake.
Rhode Island reds or game cocks with spikes
they’re nasty old things that love picking fights.
Whoever bets on this bloodthirsty crew
won’t make them stop till they’re black and blue
then probably raise an axe to the neck
of a quarrelsome rooster raring to peck.
The stew pot or roast pan is where they end up
still tough, unrepentant, down on their luck.
This is great! First poem on the Jeb Kennedy site, thank you!
ReplyDeleteKyle, we had a whole room of people looking at this when we opened it...this is awesome! Everyone really liked it! I don't know how you did it, but soooo cool! Dad & I love it, Son! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteFor some reason.. I just want to eat some of this cartoon. Well done.
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