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Cockadoodle Don'T

Hens and Roosters in the barnyard
living in symbiotic relationships
each searching for kernels of corn.
Taking turns with beaks they snip
scorned and pecked. What the heck?

How hard should it be to get along
even when some foul fowl are wrong?
Cockadoodle don't squawk at me...
Why can't you see
peace in the barnyard is a reverie.

Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.

Don't scratch, peck and complain
when you don't garner fame.
There should be no pecking order
Don't point the finger of blame
when you don't know the root
from which the clawing came
or you'll feel the farmer's boot.

Don't be misled by words of ruse
from roosters or hens on the loose.
They're out to suck up the worm
in the early morning sun...
their charade has just begun.

Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.

Don't tell me this is a fabrication...
of a chicken barnyard story.
This is merely an observation
of things that are not hunky-dory

Beware the fox, lurking near
feathers ruffled in the barnyard
Cockadoodle don't live in fear
of a fox, a wolf, a fraud.

Keep safe the eggs in your nest
Don't leave your children unguarded
Outwitting the fox is a test
One for which you'll be rewarded.

They squawked and squawked
scratched and scratched
Roosters and hens in the barnyard.
"Cockadoodle Don't Will Open the Gate,"
is the title to a new hen house song.

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Lim'Rik Flats October 17, 2017 at 8:05 PM Potent pidzazzalle indeed. Methinks it is safer in the barnyard than outside the gate. Mark Twainish with the potent LL punch. I likes it! Any melody in mind for this? (as in "to the tune of...such and such song?) Cheerduckin's and chicken feed;-) ~ john Lin Lane October 23, 2017 at 4:43 PM I think you may be correct. Thanks, John.

Matthew Anish October 15, 2017 at 11:11 PM My late father worked on a chicken farm one summer and used to tell me stories about it. I like eating chicken and I like eggs. However, i do appreciate your feelings for our fellow creatures. Peace and Love Matthew Anish Lin Lane October 23, 2017 at 4:43 PM Thank you.

Russell Sivey October 13, 2017 at 8:33 AM You have written such a magnificent metaphor on life between men and women, I can feel it present within all your words herein my friend! I surely enjoyed reading your illustrious poem this morning! What a wondrous piece, Great Work Lin!! Lin Lane October 14, 2017 at 3:43 AM Thank you, Russell.

Darren White October 13, 2017 at 1:52 AM GREAT metaphor Lin. Satyrical and cynical. Melikes. Lin Lane October 14, 2017 at 3:43 AM Thank you, Darren.

John Gondolf October 12, 2017 at 7:05 PM Lin, I always thought roosters and hens got along; I'm a city boy and not familiar with the barnyard. Guess I have a lot to learn. Lin Lane October 13, 2017 at 1:26 AM They're meant to be metaphors for men and women. Thanks for the read and comment, John.

Tim Smith October 12, 2017 at 1:21 PM Haha. Love it Lin Lin Lane October 12, 2017 at 2:21 PM Thanks, Tim. You and Jan are Cockadoodle dooing by commenting.

Jan Allison October 12, 2017 at 11:38 AM Powerfully penned link I wonder if your painting inspired this poem but everything in the farmyard sure isn't rosy in fact it's somewhat jaded at times:-( hugs Jan xx Jan Allison October 12, 2017 at 4:52 PM If i'd had a daughter she would have been called Jade:-) hugs jan xx Lin Lane October 12, 2017 at 12:50 PM Ahh...Jade...the color of envy. Cockadoodle Don't has much to crow about from what he sees.