Rocky the Rooster
Rocky was a Bantam of infinite style
He knew how to drive all the chicks wild
Then one hapless day he fell in the pond
Farmer Cherie was there, first to respond
Hauling Rocky out, wrung him like a dish rag
Rocky pulled through, but his brain did lag
He'd be struttin' his stuff, then he'd be on his back
Like a toy train that had ran off it's track
Farmer Cherie would have to go give Rocky a boost
Put him back on his feet to walk on self induced
Time and again Rocky lay on the ground
Feet in the air with the other chickens around
Never made a fuss or let out a "Doodle"
Just waited there patiently out of his noodle
Well, winter came along, and wouldn't you know
Rocky tipped over on day out in the snow
Try as she might Cherie couldn't find while callin'
Rocky in the yard, for all the snow fallin'
The search was called off due to loss of sunlight
It would be up to Rocky to pull through this plight
Next day, they spotted his foot poking out with a leg
Also the tip of a beak and a bright red comb like a flag
While flat on his back, The snow had frozen Rocky
He no longer would strut the yard, bold and cocky
Thus is the tale of Rocky Rooster my friends
And so it is, my poem comes to an end
Just a side note, this sad story really is true
Told to me by my friend Cherie as I told it to you
"Chicken Poem" contest
Placement: Honorable Mention
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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