Mr McClean and his Rooser Machine
Mr McClean built a large rooster machine.
Some comments he heard were pretty darned mean.
His wife was tired of hearing “that weirdo McClean”
He did not care, he could readily be seen
Cruising the avenue alongside a bike-riding teen
Showing them up with his speedy rooster machine.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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