Open Poetry #1 |
The Rooster |
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
The Rooster A rooster roamed about the yard, And scratched and searched without regard, His eyes were fierce and his crown blood red, Of this henhouse he looked the head. The day would wane, the night would shroud And silence ruled the evening crowd. And quiet reigned the evening through, Until the earth revolved anew. Before any could wake and know, He'd mount the fence and loudly crow. Yet not a hen would greet the day, For this rooster, I think was gay. But gay is not a crime per se In truth it's just another way. But the way does not compute and It will not produce any fruit. So if the farmer must recoup, He must end up as chicken soup. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Humor is a delicate thing, It's not a puppet on a string. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I thought you were going to provide me with a childhood memory, and instead, you provided a hearty laugh! Well Done! ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
i too was fooled |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
beautiful and truth. always good. enjoyed |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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