Times got tough <br />food ran low, <br />that crazy, fat rooster <br />far too soon began to crow. <br />He sat on the fence <br />as if he'd lost his sense <br />crowing well before sun up - <br />so, I pulled my gun <br />and shot him in the gut. <br />Things are a bit better now <br />and the mornings are nice, <br />no noises in the dark <br />and there's fresh chicken on ice.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/problems-solved-2/
