The Colonel
Colonel Sanders is my rooster's name,
he's quite the specimen when it comes to game.
In the morning he stands up proud
and wakes me up with a crow that's loud.
Next to other roosters he's twice their size,
with love on his mind and mischief in his eyes.
The hens may adore him, but he ain't sweet,
with spurs like daggers above his feet.
In our backyard he rules supreme,
but how he treats the girls you may find extreme.
He scratches and struts for all to see
and when it's time for romance he gets it for free.
Now the Colonel may be as big as big can be,
but I'm afraid he met a girl that's bigger than he.
The Colonel decided to attack my wife's legs,
she pardoned his sin, but said next time we'll eat more than eggs.
9/28/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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