Roger was a rooster, every day he’d greet the sun,
Morning pastime: choosing chicks with which to have some fun;
Buxom little Bantams, and the Leghorns – Oh, my word!
White and plump with meaty rump to tantalize a bird.

Australorps his favorite, he’d let out a meaty growl,
Picturing these chickens in positions fully fowl;
Frizzles freaked him out, great drumsticks made them good in bed,
New Hampshires were Heaven and he loved Rhode Island Red.

Siren Silkies, skin so soft, he savored them like wine,
Sussexes would bat their eyes, an egg production line!
Red and white Anconas, some old boilers, Plymouth Rock,
All were part of randy Roger’s feathered female flock.

Strutting round the fowl yard, Roger’s life was rich and full,
All around him happy hens, and pullets he could pull!
Every hen his favorite, he was loving, lusty, lewd,
Poultry porn was normal life, and no-one thought it crude.

Every Sunday one would go, a tragic part of life,
All the hens would cower when they saw the farmer’s wife;
Picking out the weekly roast, then to the chopping block,
Capons fear one single sound: a sharp axe going “thwock!”

Roger was a realist though, his tongue stayed in his head,
Never questioned who should go or who should stay instead;
Capon capers, what a life! perpetual bill and coo,
Roger had the magic password: Cock a doodle doo!

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