The Rooster

I'm so cocksure of myself all day strutt'n around the neighborhood block Trying to pick up all the pretty chicks Yelling cock-a-doodle-do from high on my rock I can wake at 2am then stay up all evening They'd like to stuff me up with a sock And then the clothes I deign to wear, with flare Iridescent tails on all my reddish suits Worn each day with a bright red comb on top But tell me, where are my shiny boots? My buddies down at the local corner bar All look like they're in cahoots So, how did I get that name, Rooster? Because I'm a bad ass with beady eyes I could be a lawyer with all my bluster Or scratching out a living as an artist But really, I'd make a great feather duster I'm so tough, I think it's the soup pot for me! 6-25-2019 The Rooster Personification Contest 2nd place Sponsor: Edward Ibeth