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.'
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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