328 – The Rooster Crowed At Midnight

Poem number 328
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The Rooster Crowed At Midnight 
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The rooster crowed at midnight
It was old, and past its prime
Senility had robbed it
Of the gift of telling time.
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The farmer woke at midnight
He was old, and none too chuffed
To be startled from his dreaming
So he had the rooster stuffed.
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The phantom crowed at midnight
And the farmer died of shock
So the moral of this fable is
Don’t ever stuff your cock!

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