Jerry T Curtis Poet Lyric

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Thats Why They Call Them Roosters

I got inspirered this morning, by one 
of our more prolific poetic members. In his
poem, he described self-mutilation, in which
I personal remain unmoved, that was until 
He attacked the wrong thing. 
What I like to call
My BEST Friend

You know I'm out here all alone
Not another soul, can be found
All day long their cackling,
is sadly the only sound

So, if you've come here just to talk 
I can't hear a word you say
But judging by the truck you drive
You've come to take my chicks away

So take each one, or by the dozen 
By the crate, barrel or box
Do what you will, with all my hens
But please, don't you touch my cock

It's bad enough, being stuck out here
With no one in which to talk
But sure as shootin' my pipe be tootin'
No one better grab my cock


I see you've loaded all those chickens 
It'll  sure be quiet, without their squawk 
Don't worry about me I'll be hap-pi-ly
Just Sitting quiet, holding my cock

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Shadow Hamilton April 27, 2015 at 3:06 AM lmao Jerry nice one hugs 7 Jerry T Curtis April 28, 2015 at 9:11 AM Thanks for everything Shadow

Lindsay Laurie April 23, 2015 at 8:19 PM Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! That's why we call them roosters down here. Too much confusion in the courts otherwise. Thanks again for the chuckle that won't stop - Lindsay Jerry T Curtis April 24, 2015 at 5:50 AM True Lindsay, But have you ever tried playing with a rooster ? Thanks mate, cheers