Dear Mr Rooster, I have never had the pleasure <br />Of meeting you or seeing you and your splendid feathers <br />But I do hear you early every morning with the sun rising low <br />That is when insistently and persistently you decide to crow <br /> <br />I live in the inner city and never would have dreamed <br />A cock-a-doodle rooster was just not part of my scheme <br />Maybe it's time to seriously rethink your location <br />And head off to the country on a permanent vacation <br /> <br />The air is clean and fresh out there <br />There's many hens I'm sure you're aware <br />You can crow and crow from dawn to dusk <br />And satiate your insatiable lust <br /> <br />It's Easter Sunday and I've just walked past your yard <br />I saw a grave with a small cross and on it stuck a card <br />I'm not certain if it was placed there ensuring I would weep <br />Because the words on this card say, 'I died so that you could sleep' <br /> <br />(Sydney, Australia - 2005)<br /><br />Alessandra Liverani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rooster-humour/
