...that when it's in heat
becomes swollen with
pride; its feathered arms
drooping low in flam-
boyant arrogance;
its featherless legs
sauntering in pretence
gait as if it's a horse;
and its crooning voice
promising the world
and its all to the
unguarded hen.
Because after it has climbed
up and come down,
it just shakes its body
and waltz off in victory;
never looking back - at least
not until again its in heat.
My fair Adunola
beware of that rooster.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
...that when it's in heat
becomes swollen with
pride; its feathered arms
drooping low in flam-
boyant arrogance;
its featherless legs
sauntering in pretence
gait as if it's a horse;
and its crooning voice
promising the world
and its all to the
unguarded hen.
Because after it has climbed
up and come down,
it just shakes its body
and waltz off in victory;
never looking back - at least
not until again its in heat.
My fair Adunola
beware of that rooster.
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