Best Rooster Poems
The Rooster
He strutted ‘cross the barnyard tall and proud,
away from all the bustle of the crowd;
the other roosters in the yard felt cowed,
to him they meekly stepped aside and bowed.
Rhode Island Red to others he was known;
the yard’s top bird, to all he wanted shown.
One day a pullet walking on her own
approached red rooster standing all alone.
“Dear sir you’re quite the standout in this room
all smartly clad and dressed in bright red plume
and standing by yourself may I assume
you’re unattached and lonely, I presume.”
Replied the rooster, “Dear cannot you see,
that others always step aside for me,
and I’m the one, I think you would agree
that any hen I wanted, it would be.”
“Oh, really,” she replied with snarky grin,
“then why I ask your party seems quite thin,
and I’m the only caller who’s within;
perhaps it’s time that you and I begin.”
“My dear young hen you’re simply not my type;
you’re far too ordinary is my gripe,
and I prefer a hen who’s much more ripe
for I must always live up to my hype.”
“I see you standing proudly in your frock,
and I can see you’ve been around the block;
you’re nothing but an old conceited cock,
and you deserve a nagging hen to rock.”
June 27, 2019
Mighty proud was I
with me lumber in one hand
my brick me carried in the other
I placed the brick in the barn yard
tall side for gained height
balanced the lumber board on top
I am silent and of Scottish temperament
You see folks
my feathered pet cock
was cock a doodle do-ing all day long
yapping and yelling
ranting and raving
the other farm animals had all had enough
action demanded
I place the ol koileach
at the end of one side of the board
all while smiling at the brainless duine beag
immediately I jumped on the other end
sending that whiny ol cock mid air
into the sea
he drowned
Ah what a wonderful day ladies
I shall meander onwards
among the heather and moor
my brick magically transformed
to fine woody scotch
oh what tales I shall tell
if tomorrow ever comes
Welcome to our barnyard, you can call me Fred.
My job is to get everyone out of bed.
Cheerful by nature, I’m proud to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
A beautiful crow to hear - they act like I shout, “Boo!”
A morning person would think this is the best job ever.
At dawn, I’m sad to say, few appreciate me being clever.
Yes, I know the names they call me... I try to shrug it off.
Cock-of-the-walk really gripes me, who are they to scoff?
Some are jealous of my red cone, it is so beautiful.
Lifting my neck to properly crow is being dutiful.
Believe me, I’ve tried and tried not to strut my stuff.
To be a rooster and not be cocky is really quite tough.
Throughout the day I continue to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
Yes, it does sound like revenge, but wouldn’t you?
Of course if danger arises everyone needs to hear me.
I like them calling me brave and crowding to be near me.
Without me this barnyard would never be on time.
Deep down they all know it, I just wish they would be kind.
Written 2-19-2016
Form: Rhyme Personification
Born there in a manger, shepherds loved you dear,
Welcome exalted Savior, we feel your presence here.
You hung the stars celestial on pegs to shine at night.
And gave us Words eternal to spread an inner light.
On dusty roads you traveled and washed disciple’s feet.
You loved all the children, and urchins in the street.
When Judas’ kiss betrayed you, and temple guards drew near,
There flashed the sword of Peter; you healed the soldier’s ear.
Your friend soon renounced you, the rooster crowed then twice,
Peter hung his head in sorrow, for he denied you thrice.
Ten thousand waiting angels stood ready for your call,
But you, our blessed Savior, gave your all in all!
We love and adore you, and fall upon our knees,
Never better to praise you, than in times like these.
And it came to pass, while he blessed them, he was parted from them, and carried
up into heaven. Luke 24:51
A plucky fellow wakes us up each day at dawn
To the tune of cock-a-doodle-do we yawn
How grateful we've been that we need no alarm
His sunrise serenade has far more charm
EXCEPT on weekends when we are free to sleep in
Want to stuff a sock in his beak 'ere he begins
So we decided to put this loud one on loan
The stud-master rooster had a new weekend home
In a neighbor's yard where chickens needed a mate
He strutted his feathered tail, made many a date
So many, in fact, that the eggs did abound
Tributes to his manhood littered the ground
Our sweet neighbor lady has cried out, "No more!"
And we want to avoid a neighborhood war
Can you take him in, not just weekends of course
Our chicks and our neighbor's demand a divorce
This unfaithful fowl needs a new chicken coop
One that is filled with an "open-minded" group
I hope there's a taker, 'cause this much is true
He could be the entree for our next barbecue
Gloaming is wont to quell
the ginger smoke,
expunge the crimson flames
that surround the mill.
Lilac shadows encroach
to cloak the hull's mossy patina.
Autumn's wild rooster,
struts its brash plumage
among fallen shingles and rotted planks
until a black hawk soars,
eclipsing feral zinnias' embers
just as calliope chimes
of a fallen carousel
disappear in taloned pine air.
5/22/18
Get up MacD, smashed it again, get up and work it old man
Them cows are swallowing all the apples down
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Mrs D, girls on fleek, cluckada clucking, their bountiful asses
Not pushing out eggs, I’ll tell the bae’s their busted
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Don’t get me started bout Bungey
Stupidest dog, digs holes, thinks he’s a rabbit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder yeah
Oi!, don’t leave me hanging here at the window
I’m puffed up, moonwalking, strutting my stuff
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Morning Mr, Mrs Mac you were asleep, while I was bringing it
What's that?, racket? suns bit extra this morning, yeah it's well lit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Ya going down the Orchard? see the Chicks crib?, yesss lets burn the roof
Hmmm, the local café might sell apple flavoured lattes
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Entered in the Personification contest
Placed 6th
The Rooster, written 14/07/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
When I was young, we moved often, but then we bought
a farm; in the spring at the feed and seed
Daddy purchased two dozen chicks
In the small pen they're placed
Momma cared for them, giving them food and water
They grew at lightning speed; each day roamed free
One of them turned into a shiny feathery
Rhode Island Red rooster aimed for slaughter
He was territorially based
He chased me and did kicks
Terrorized by one mean bird, I feared I would bleed
When in my face the spurs tender skin caught
My mother saw the scene and the red rooster taught
She chopped his head off with an axe, he's freed
He fluttered twice, I stood transfixed
Under the house he raced
My mom crawled under, she did this for her daughter
We had rooster and dumplings~ what a tea!
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: A Little Memory
Date Written: 01-08-2021
Check with Syllable Counter.com, it is close as I can get with it saying what I want it to say.
I checked the spelling on my computer. I checked the grammar on poetrysoup.com. Nothing major. I probably needed to work on some word choices though.
1When I was young, we moved often, but then we bought 12
2a farm; in the spring at the feed and seed 10
3Daddy purchased two dozen chicks 8
4In the small pen they're placed 6
5Momma cared for them, giving them food and water 12
6They grew at lightning speed; each day roamed free 10
7 0
8One of them turned into a shiny feathery 12
9Rhode Island Red rooster aimed for slaughter 10
10He was territorially based 8
11He chased me and did kicks 6
12Terrorized by one mean bird, I feared I would bleed 12
13When in my face the spurs tender skin caught 10
14My mother saw the scene and the red rooster caught 12
15She chopped his head off with an axe, he's freed 11
16He fluttered twice, I stood transfixed 8
17Under the house he raced 6
18My mom crawled under, she did this for her daughter 12
19We had rooster and dumplings~ what a tea! 10
She was the plainest buzzard in the chicken coop.
Man, is she plain, the roosters used to say.
But one rooster gave her a chance. They shared a nest.
She had diamonds in her heart. He told people
But they did not believe, for those diamonds were
Reserved for him and theirs. They had a fine time too
Until the farmer ran out of food. The rooster thought of her fondly.
Wondering where she had gone, not realizing it was not her choice
To never share his nest again. The chicks knew, peeping the horror story
To every animal in the barnyard. None of them spoke peep though.
The rooster crows at the break of dawn
Another hour and he will be done
Except occasionally he will breed
For the job he has done, he is paid quite well
Even though he only works for chicken feed
While the little hen must slave all day
To make an egg so she may start her family
When the clutch is set, she works 24 hours shifts
Around the clock; twenty one days, there she sets
Sets until the hatch complete, her brood now sprung
The rooster struts as if he were a king
When in reality he hasn’t done a thing
The little hen sings her clucking song
Urging her growing brood along
Somehow chicken feed doesn’t seem enough
For the sacrifices that she has made
But for the little hen, well, that’s just her tough
Luck
There once was a donkey
He was married to a horse
Donkey was to stubborn
So the donkey got a divorce
Cleaver was the ways of the hen
She married a bucking rooster
He took her by the wing then
Tried to seduced her
Don't want no green eggs N ham
Don't want to go on the lamb
I am, I am horsey running away
Chickens can't fly they may leap and jump
Think I'm gonna have Popeye's Chicken for lunch, :) ha! ha! Ha!
4/11/18
WRITTEN BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR.
"I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells. " Dr. Seuss
When I was a little girly girl, I would go to Grampie's farm. It was far, far
away and up a hill, then around a big bend in the road. Grampie had lots and lots
of animals. Like b e a u t i f u l horses and mellow cows and all colors of chickens.
And he had a brown rooster, named Ruddy. Now, Ruddy really, REALLY liked me,
and he thought he was a dog. He followed me around the farm all day. He was no
normal rooster, he was a roosterdog!
In the barn and out of the barn and all around the barn. One day he followed
me into the house at lunch time. Grampie said, "NO, no roosters in the house!"
But Grammie smiled and said, " its okay, if he is good." Ruddy stayed under my
chair and was good except for the cluck (CLUCKING) gulp.
When I watched television, so did Ruddy, curled up beside me like a dog. And
when I went to bed, Ruddy followed me upstairs and down the hall to my room.
Grampie would say, in his big voice, "NO, no roosters in your bed!" But Grammie,
said, "oh its okay, he can listen to the bedtime story too." Grampie would just huff,
like Grampie's do sometimes.
After I fell asleep, and Ruddy was all curled up beside me snoring, or was that
clucking, Grampie would tip toe into my room and snatch the roosterdog. " Back
to the barn, my friend, for the last time, you are NOT a dog!"
The next morning, Ruddy would be waiting for me at the door and it would all
happen again for me and the rooster who thought he was a dog. The End
"Don't cry because its over. Smile because it happened." Dr. Seuss.
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May 20, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/The Rooster Who Thought He Was A Dog
Copyright Protected, ID 16-792-432-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.Narrative
For the contest, Get Your Dr. Seuss On
sponsor, The Seeker
Honorable Mention
Old red rooster strutting his proud stuff
He crows and crows waking people up
He's king of the yard and hen house too
Don't provoke him or he'll use his spurs on you
He wasn't aware that the child was delicate as lace
When he attacked her flying in her face
This cruel act surely sealed his fate
This is the reason that he was dumplings on the plate
Entry into Brian's latest contest
July 19, 2011..
This was written in 2008
There once was a farmer named Joe.
Who knew how to handle a hoe.
A nice feathered cock,
Who knew how to rock,
Did help him his nice seed to sow.
This young farmer who's first name was Joe
Could hoe quite a bit in a row.
He had a great shock.
While feeding his cock.
The chickens his seed helped to sow!
*For Armano Aurocano Rock Star contest.
"It is the year of the coq"
Said Alice from Dallas
"Rooster rhymes with booster
and gallus with phallus"
Ladies, prepare for a goose
Grope Meister Trump's on the loose
Not one clucking request
Will ever feather your nest
The Russians gave him a boost
So Grope Meister Trump rules the roost
But if you follow his lead,
"You're fired", with no chicken feed!
The Coq struts and crows
But forgets what he owes
To everyone in the coop
Who did not know "dupe" from poop!