overfed rooster had a harem of eight little hens
they brought his feed, as he sat on his whims
fattened him up, so that he started to look like a hulk.
He demanded cranberry juice, and they brought it in bulk
It is their fault I am getting bigger he told the goat next door.
They are always bringing me tasty goodies to store.
I spend my afternoons lying around in bed with a snore.
How much more can I eat? I am as wide as a door.
there was a young banty rooster named Ben
who liked to hit on all of the old hens
one sad summer day it was said
an axe was taken to his head
now all the old hens are safe in their pen
classy as a diamond ring
razzlng and dazzling throughout the night
these sweater wearing roosters are sparkling
razzling and dazzling throughout the night
foghorn leghorn forming
dialed in the farm yard run
roosters my word
strutting with pep
do nothing wrong
in this manure and goo
Sing’n with gusto into morning dew
These sweater wearing roosters are sparkling
Razzling and dazzling throughout the night
Foghorn leghorn forming
Dialed in the farm yard run
Roosters my word
Strutting with pep
Do nothing wrong
In this manure and goo
Sing’n with gusto into morning dew
these sweater wearing roosters are sparkling
razzlng and dazzling throughout the night
these sweater wearing roosters are sparkling
razzling and dazzling throughout the night
these sweater wearing roosters are sparkling
razzlng and dazzling throughout the night
these sweater wearing roosters are sparkling
razzling and dazzling throughout the night
these sweater wearing roosters are sparkling
razzling and dazzling throughout the night
There is a reason rooserpecked is not a word
And henpecked is not thought to be absurd.
The reason the rooster will crow,
Is not just to offily show.
The sun hits its beak,
Which it thinks unique,
And proudly lets all the world know.
The rooster was in love, thrown off his feed, smitten
He had fallen in love with a gorgeous tabby kitten
The cat in question still lived with her sainted mother.
Don’t date a fowl bird! Warned her prejudiced brother.
The rooster could not stay away from his love’s alley.
He was totally love-sick for this kitten named Cali.
He put on his best suit and a fancy sombrero
Took his guitar and began serenading his cat in alley narrow.
Cali came to the window and began singing with the bird.
This is craziness! You are a baby, said her daddy, Tom Turd.
He told the bird to never come back, and chased him out of sight.
Rooster snuck back with a hack, and the lovers ran off that night.
One cannot erase
the smile upon a rooster's face.
To know where he should have been,
one only has to ask the hen.
When it comes to where he's going,
I can see which way the wind is blowing.
'Creak creak' says
The old rocking chair
On a tiny old wooden porch
'Aawk aawk' says
The old crow as it
Flies steadily to the north
'Cock-a-doodle-do' says
The red rooster as he clucks
The new day in at half past four
Arise! Coffee's brewing
eggs and bacon on the stove
Hurry! Grab your baskets
Time for pickin' in the grove
Bring your pail out to the barn
Milk the cow and churn butter
Gather a stack of hay in your arms
Feed the baby hereford and his twin brother
Oh what a life in the country
So much work but so much play
When harvest comes there's always such bounty
It's the good Lord we thank each and every day
Rooster in the rain
Cawing at noon
His morning song
Is it weird to others
I have no idea
But to me it feels strange
Me and my chicken
Won't take a lickin'
Whenever he crows
Everyone knows it's
Me and my chicken.
Me and my chicken
Our hearts are tickin'
Cluckin' and pickin'
Here in the thicken
We keep on kickin'
Me and my chicken
Rooster and wiccan
You be awestricken
Your heart will quicken
For me and my chicken.
The summer sun shines brightly, Rooster invites the day light loudly, The boy removes the blanket finally.
His mother calls him angrily, He runs into the restroom swiftly , And wears the school uniform slowly.
The school bus comes casual,
He steps into the bus unwillingly , It has been done daily as usual.
Dawn rooster's crowing
red and gold cock of the walk
Flecked stars are fleeing.
Pink sky alarms are sounding
as stealthy night goes, creeping.
Perched at verge of day
is cock of the crystal clock.
Blooms are anywhere
on morning of fading moon,
when rouge sun frolics with June.
nasty rooster orchid chased me down in the feedlot
Took giant gulps out of my leg with his beak
I understand his name now I yelled to the hybrid king
Star spangled banner rooster crowing away, arrogance does not yield.
What? He is singing the star-spangled banner at Chicago, Wrigley Field?
That will do nothing but give him a much higher puffed up head.
There is no living with the guy now, his unassuming wife said.
I could never run like this when I was a chick
So saying, the rooster ran down the highway quick
You are wearing sneakers! An old timer said, so great!
Alas, a semi came over the hill fast, sealing the rooster’s fate.
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