328 – The Rooster Crowed At Midnight

Poem number 328
The Rooster Crowed At Midnight 
The rooster crowed at midnight
It was old, and past its prime
Senility had robbed it
Of the gift of telling time.
The farmer woke at midnight
He was old, and none too chuffed
To be startled from his dreaming
So he had the rooster stuffed.
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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