Jean Murray Poet Verse

Dead Rooster

A rooster just walked into my yard.
I wonder should I call the guards.
It crowed at seven and again at eight.
I'm sorry to say I cannot wait
to blow it's head off with my gun.
Yes, that really would be fun.

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Janet Grace November 26, 2016 at 9:29 AM Cute little poem, brought a chuckle to me but as an animal lover I beg you to have mercy. (Smile) Jean Murray November 26, 2016 at 12:37 PM I will get used to him eventually Janet, but it's a bit like having a man snoring again in bed beside me. Last night and the night before it was on the hour from 4 30am.

Stephen Pennell October 30, 2016 at 11:53 AM rooster stew if I was you, and a game cowboys and indians for the kids :-) Jean Murray October 30, 2016 at 2:23 PM Oh Yes...with the feathers. Good idea Stephen.

Stephen Pennell October 30, 2016 at 11:50 AM rooster stew if I was you and a game cowboys and indians for the kids

Daniel Turner October 30, 2016 at 11:29 AM Might taste good with some dumplings, Jean. Love the humor:) Jean Murray October 30, 2016 at 11:43 AM Dumplings are more for the English Daniel. We would go instead for rooster with red cabbage...and spuds of course.

Probir Gupta October 30, 2016 at 6:46 AM ha ha , enjoyed the fun ... Jean Murray October 30, 2016 at 8:52 AM Thank you Probir. I may as well laugh as cry. I will get used to it eventually.