M. L. Kiser Poet Personification

The Rooster

C’mon ladies,
it is me you love and you know it,
from the bottom of your golden feathers;
Now, now, cut the chitchat.

I am not rat,
I am a rooster
who can whip any cat.
You bet your sweet cackles
I’ll whip their hackles!

I can peel their paws and
bite off their claws ‘cause
I’m a rooster,
before they know it those felines
will be in a dead-stupor.

I promise ladies,
you’ll get no twaddle
from my wattle.
C’mon my lovely hens,
it’s time fun began.



7-1-19
"Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest"
Edward Ibeh

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Edward Ibeh July 20, 2019 at 11:58 AM A rooster with no patience, lol! Loved this, M.L.:-) Congratulations on your win in my contest! M. L. Kiser July 20, 2019 at 12:39 PM Thanks so much!

Sandra Adams July 7, 2019 at 7:42 PM I could see that rooster strutting his stuff. Witty and fun poem! I enjoyed the read :) M. L. Kiser July 9, 2019 at 4:07 PM Thanks, I am glad.

Rhona Mcferran July 5, 2019 at 1:55 AM Pretty saucy rooster! hahaha Love it!! ;) M. L. Kiser July 6, 2019 at 8:58 AM Shades of Foghorn Leghorn...remember him? Thanks.

Darlene De Beaulieu July 4, 2019 at 7:16 PM Hello M.L. Kiser, so did the rooster have any luck with the hens? have a nice evening my friend. M. L. Kiser July 6, 2019 at 8:58 AM Ha, I suspect that he's just a jerk.

Caren Krutsinger July 2, 2019 at 7:47 AM I think the fun has already begun. " I promise ladies, you’ll get no twaddle from my wattle." made me smile. M. L. Kiser July 6, 2019 at 8:59 AM Ha, good, you need that occasionally.