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.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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