Mr Mascellani's Musings

Charles Chickowski: Drunken Rooster In Love. (Rewrite)

I woke up with this fuzzy caterpillar-like taste in my beak
and Penny the wild hen by my side.

Man, if Helen of Troy had a been a hen
she would have this hen.
If Shakespeare wrote sonnets for poultry,
Penny would have been his finger-lickin’ muse.

I thought it might be love.
But,for a hen,
she was far too much of a hell cat
for this little red rooster.

After a while,
I ended up wishing that she were in Hell,
running around without her head.