Rick The Rooster

Crowed to his women come here

Rick don't like friends around his hens

four little hens sitting in their pens

hens loved to knit while they sit there

four hens try rock'n to their rooster's beat

he cluck, cluck and chuck'd a roo, roo til he turn'd blue

he'd strut kicked some dirt, oh how he flirts

four little hens loved the way Rick Rooster rough'd feathers

sweet meat hens chuckled til they ruffled a few feathers

four hens laid chickens.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Very playful & creative! I love the way this could apply to the feathered variety or the two-legged kind. This rooster is dripping with personality & then your poem goes very jazzy with the musicality & dance riffs in the last 2 paragraphs. This is wildly uninhibited & entertaining. Kinda wanted it to continue on a little longer! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I am glad you enjoy my poetry Barleygirl. and thanks for the kind reviews ever! Roxane

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Haaaaaaa! Great! Clever metaphor & language. Love it!

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Thanks very much Annette PH for the kind reviewq

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha great bit of fun with the chicks and Rick ... thanks for the lightness for my morning
E.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I very gracious for your kind review and read.