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
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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