Gershon Wolf Poet Light Verse

Proud Red Rooster

I am a proud red rooster
  from the friendly town of Worcester*
Equipped with a brain the size of a pea
  I'm glad it's my red comb that people see

The highlight of every day
  comes early my way
As dark of night yields to light
  I wind myself up extra tight

then I let loose
  with blood-curdling
Cock-a-doodle hurdlings ~
  And that concludes
    this poem's wordlings



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*The 'or' in the first syllable of Worcester, Ma 
  is pronounced like the 'oo' in 'look.'

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Lindsay Laurie July 4, 2020 at 10:19 PM G'day Gershon … and for the cock-a-doodle-doing; roosters are banned in rural towns. I wish the same could be applied to peacocks - thank you Gershon - Lindsay

Joseph P. DiMino July 3, 2020 at 10:07 AM Love it!:) I agree, often combing the few hairs I have left to cover my lack of brains. My wife loves the Hollywood Oscars -- not for the talent but for the distracting, alluring fashions. Gershon Wolf July 3, 2020 at 3:08 PM Hey, thanks for the tip there, Joe. I've been doing things backwards -- combing my brains over my hair. No wonder I'm 'not all there!' Smiles, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger July 3, 2020 at 6:04 AM I hear you crow and I laugh. Gershon Wolf July 3, 2020 at 3:07 PM Ha, ha! I'm laughing too, Caren! :) gw

Timothy Mcguire July 2, 2020 at 9:27 PM Funny Gershon! Nice word play! Gershon Wolf July 2, 2020 at 11:24 PM Thanks for the enthusiasm on this one, Timothy! Appreciated! :) gw