rooster.
Rooster…
ROOSTER?
ROOSTER!!!!!
are you kidding me?
I mean, really, standing there
so straight and throbbingly smug
and shifting back and forth, foot to foot
in such preening pleased with self
admiration…oh such wit.
such wit, but wit by half I would say
being how it is you that goes off
half cocked or on full cock or
locked and loaded. isn’t it?
your glee when I am hot,
it pricks me, pokes me
and I am well aware of your baloney!
and you call me rooster!??!
I mean, really, walking around
cock of the walk and
buck naked and
all in front of yourself
thinking never once how
no one ever anywhere
thinks that is a good look
or even a look good,
and you whistle
and then murmer things about
not sparing the rod
nor spoiling the wife??
Hmmm…the bishop might think one thing
but I am sure the bishop’s wife
(is there even such a thing?)
would be of another mind
entirely.
I guess it’s your way, eh?
Chuckling at what you (think not think)
hear as me clucking, and do you
even realize that a rooster
is a male chicken, strutting
and thinking it made the sun rise?
well…you try to get that rise out of me
because I am that rise in you,
now that much is undeniable waggly truth
now isn’t it?
Have a care, MISTER…cluck away in your
glib wobbly lugubrious laughter.
It just may come to pass that
this belled cat might slip her bell
and rest assured that my hand will not bobble
or wobble, no truth will I cobble
while you willy walk and your
ding dong ringing with that bell.
rooster
the nerve!
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Reblogged this on Jessica A Bruno (waybeyondfedup).
Oh my goodness…I LOVE this!!
It’s like you were there during one of my temper tantrums which were really just a reflection of his. In addition to the hilarity, I absolutely loved the staccato of the words…I could feel the/see the red comb “chickerplucking” with each line.
I may have to put this one on my poetry page 😉
You just made my day!!
Xo
Love it! It’s TOTES yours… Print it out and place it on his dinner plate with a nice bratwurst or sumfin 😂
Or chicken tetrazinni 😉
😀😀😁😁😊😂😂
Reblogged this on The Hidden Hummingbird Diaries and commented:
What follows is a delightfully mischievous poem from my new friend, Charissa. The back story is that she wrote it after a fun exchange a couple of days ago. I mentioned that my husband calls me a “banty rooster” when I get fired up about things. Somehow I knew that the concept would ruffle her feathers 😉 This is what she wrote in response.
Charissa is a talented, insightful and prolific poet and writer. I will never be able to keep up with her, so instead of trying to…I decided to feature her work right here. Enjoy!
(Thank you for letting me reblog this, C)
This was a year ago!!! I love this as much now as I did then…but am being transparent here…I can’t remember the inciting incident!! I remember that it was some sort of “discussion” between the hubs and I, but I can’t remember the topic. Oy! my brain these days. Thank you for the note and reminder – I almost missed it because my presence on FB is so sparse these days. I’m sorry I haven’t called you back – you know you’re in my heart. I just want you all to myself to get caught up. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your Scorpio. Xoxoxo