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****-a-doodle-do crowed the rooster this morning
While I lay all snug in my bed
A screeching like sound just as loud as a freight train
Was pounding away in my head

I pulled up the covers and hid neath a pillow
But still came that noise that I heard
I jumped up from bed and opened the window
And shouted, “Shut up, stupid bird”

But it didn’t listen, it just kept on crowing
My anger did steady increase
I stood in my room, the whole time just thinking
Of ways to make this rooster cease

I hopped in the shower, but I still could hear it
And while I was brushing my teeth
I had an idea that would stop the crowing
Bringing some morning relief

Later that night as we sat at the table
My children looked at me and cried
“Daddy, we can’t seem to find Mr. Rooster,
we looked everywhere, oh we tried”

I felt really bad but my sleep is important
“We’ll look for him after we eat
Now let’s have our dinner, it’s something delicious,
fried chicken just can’t be beat”


Good morning Hello Poetry