Kyle, I had a look at the rooster strutting his stuff in your rogue file and thought I'd send you this bit of light verse:Cocks and CockerelsCocks and cockerels of differing heightimagine they’re grand when they crow all night.In broad daylight they strut and preentorment the hens and make them scream.When a clutch is laid and wives get broodythey don’t help out, when hens are moody.They also make a racket all dayon their roosts or at male play.Instead of clucking as hens dothey act as though they’re in a zoo.Better companions for baboons they’d makethan for demure white hens who nibble at cake.Rhode Island reds or game cocks with spikesthey’re nasty old things that love picking fights.Whoever bets on this bloodthirsty crewwon’t make them stop till they’re black and bluethen probably raise an axe to the neckof a quarrelsome rooster raring to peck.The stew pot or roast pan is where they end upstill tough, unrepentant, down on their luck.
This is great! First poem on the Jeb Kennedy site, thank you!
Kyle, we had a whole room of people looking at this when we opened it...this is awesome! Everyone really liked it! I don't know how you did it, but soooo cool! Dad & I love it, Son! Thank you!
For some reason.. I just want to eat some of this cartoon. Well done.