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Jul 02, 2010
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Museter Rooster
Serendipity will occur
as a fortunate accident,
like finding money in your pants
while knowing your paycheck was spent.
All of our magical moments
are for the most part, karma induced,
I'm just wondering what did I ever do
to have this bird decide to set up his roost !
I believe these birds to be foul, and evil,
or else, it's just this one, whos head is not right;
he's becoming so wildly obstreperous,
because now, he crows all day AND all night !
He homesteads on the burnt lot, behind me
and I tell you, he's a regular "Big Ben";
for the life of me, I cannot quite figure
why he crows, when he has not one hen !
Witches make use of their feet, in black magic
along with their beeks, and such parts;
in good conscience, I cannot wage war,
with a rooster, who's lacking in smarts.
No.....some good deed, I've yet to accomplish
will bring luck to me, through this desert heat;
and I'll be delivered back to my slumber,
once the homeless have had something to eat !
as a fortunate accident,
like finding money in your pants
while knowing your paycheck was spent.
All of our magical moments
are for the most part, karma induced,
I'm just wondering what did I ever do
to have this bird decide to set up his roost !
I believe these birds to be foul, and evil,
or else, it's just this one, whos head is not right;
he's becoming so wildly obstreperous,
because now, he crows all day AND all night !
He homesteads on the burnt lot, behind me
and I tell you, he's a regular "Big Ben";
for the life of me, I cannot quite figure
why he crows, when he has not one hen !
Witches make use of their feet, in black magic
along with their beeks, and such parts;
in good conscience, I cannot wage war,
with a rooster, who's lacking in smarts.
No.....some good deed, I've yet to accomplish
will bring luck to me, through this desert heat;
and I'll be delivered back to my slumber,
once the homeless have had something to eat !
— docmaverick, Jul 02, 2010
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Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Doc
docmaverick
15 years 11 months ago
Thankx, JayCee....
magics02
15 years 11 months ago
COCK A DOODLE DOO
docmaverick
15 years 11 months ago
Thankx, Mona....
Antoinette Mar…
15 years 11 months ago
I wondered How....................
docmaverick
15 years 11 months ago
You're right about that !