Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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A person's (or rooster) altitude is determined by their attitude. Credited to: Zig Ziggler

One Mean Rooster

When I was young, we moved often, but then we bought 
a farm; in the spring at the feed and seed
Daddy purchased two dozen chicks
In the small pen they're placed
Momma cared for them, giving them food and water
They grew at lightning speed; each day roamed free


One of them turned into a shiny feathery
Rhode Island Red rooster aimed for slaughter
He was territorially based
He chased me and did kicks
Terrorized by one mean bird, I feared I would bleed
When in my face the spurs tender skin caught

My mother saw the scene and the red rooster taught
She chopped his head off with an axe, he's freed
He fluttered twice, I stood transfixed
Under the house he raced
My mom crawled under, she did this for her daughter
We had rooster and dumplings~ what a tea!  

Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: A Little Memory
Date Written: 01-08-2021

Check with Syllable Counter.com, it is close as I can get with it saying what I want it to say. 
I checked the spelling on my computer. I checked the grammar on poetrysoup.com. Nothing major. I probably needed to work on some word choices though. 

1When I was young, we moved often, but then we bought 12
2a farm; in the spring at the feed and seed 10
3Daddy purchased two dozen chicks 8
4In the small pen they're placed 6
5Momma cared for them, giving them food and water 12
6They grew at lightning speed; each day roamed free 10
7 0
8One of them turned into a shiny feathery 12
9Rhode Island Red rooster aimed for slaughter 10
10He was territorially based 8
11He chased me and did kicks 6
12Terrorized by one mean bird, I feared I would bleed 12
13When in my face the spurs tender skin caught 10
14My mother saw the scene and the red rooster caught 12
15She chopped his head off with an axe, he's freed 11
16He fluttered twice, I stood transfixed 8
17Under the house he raced 6
18My mom crawled under, she did this for her daughter 12
19We had rooster and dumplings~ what a tea! 10

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Marilene Evans January 21, 2021 at 11:24 AM Congrats, Sara. In the Philippines, where I grew up, roosters are for cockfighting. The winning rooster are kept alive and the one that lost got to be cooked. Sara Kendrick January 21, 2021 at 11:48 AM Marilene, The man that lives across the creek from us did at one time grow roosters to be used for those fights. As far as I know he did not have fights but he would ship some of his prize roosters to the Philippines. Thanks for the visit with congrats. Sara

Constance La France January 19, 2021 at 12:16 PM Sara, congratulations on your win in my contest, A Little Memory using my invented Rhyme form, I feel sad for the mean turkey that had to die _Constance Sara Kendrick January 19, 2021 at 2:34 PM Constance, Thanks for dropping by to let me know I placed. Yes, if it had been a turkey we would have had dressing. Sara

JC Brul January 10, 2021 at 8:35 PM Andrea is right.."justice is served" haha. Nice poem Sara! Best wishes in the contest! Sara Kendrick January 11, 2021 at 4:24 AM JCB, Thanks for the visit. At the time I was glad he was gone so I could go outside. Sara

Judy Ball January 10, 2021 at 3:47 PM WoW Sara. That was a mean rooster and I think the same would have happened at our house if he did that there. To bad though. Rhode Island Reds are very nice looking chickens. Enjoyed the story my friend. God Bless, JB Sara Kendrick January 11, 2021 at 4:20 AM Judy, Yes, their coloring is beautiful. I would love to have some chickens now if I had a place fenced and a house for them. The eggs would be good in the morning for breakfast and an occasional fresh fried chicken would be good but I could not kill it. Thanks for dropping by. Sara

Quoth Theraven January 10, 2021 at 12:11 PM Sara, I like this 'One Mean Rooster' poem. They can be territorial and cocky. And a Tom turkey gobbler even worse. Better than a guard dog in some ways. -Richard Sara Kendrick January 10, 2021 at 1:36 PM Quoth, Yes, the rooster was doing his job of protecting his flock but I don't know why he picked on me when I lived there did not bother him at all. A goose will do the same. I guess they have to have some defense. Your stopping by and taking time to comment is uplifting. Sara

Gershon Wolf January 9, 2021 at 8:30 PM You know, I have seen chickens race around for 5 - 10 minutes with their heads cut off. It's amazing. I guess their 'electric signal-systems' still work for a while. Interesting!! Thanks, Gershon Sara Kendrick January 10, 2021 at 4:23 AM Gershon, It was scary for a child to watch that is for sure. I would not want to have to do the job slaughtering an animal. Your presence at my page is inspiring. Sara

Victor Buhagiar January 9, 2021 at 1:32 AM Sure that made a tasty dinner. ~~ Sara Kendrick January 9, 2021 at 5:32 AM Victor, I always liked chicken and dumplings but my husband doesn't like them so I don't fix them. Your visit is appreciated. Sara

Harry Horsman January 8, 2021 at 9:53 PM Reminds me of the day my dad, wrung a chicken's neck and let it go, running it did around the kitchen with me and my mum, stood on the table, at our wits end,,love your poem and the story Sara.. Sara Kendrick January 9, 2021 at 5:02 AM Harry, Back years ago if a person lived in the city, they would buy a chicken on the foot and someone had to slaughter and clean that bird. I don't remember mother and daddy buying one on foot but we grew some along in different places we lived. It was a somewhat different world. My husband said his mother always rung a chicken's neck but my mother always hung them up on the clothes line and cut off the head to let it bleed out. Thanks for dropping by. Sara

Andrea Dietrich January 8, 2021 at 4:39 PM oh my, what a way to see justice SERVED. hahaha. GREAT job. Sara Kendrick January 9, 2021 at 4:56 AM Andrea, Guess what was served up on my plate..That's right one of his feet. I am delighted that you got a laugh for laughter is the best medicine. Sara

Jan Allison January 8, 2021 at 1:51 PM Made me smile, we had lots of chickens and a cockerel called Charlie I was glad when he eventually got a roasting he was such a bully to the other birds!:-)hugs jan xx Sara Kendrick January 8, 2021 at 1:57 PM Jan, I am delighted that you stopped by. It is good to know you had a similar experience growing up. Sara