Through all my adult life
I've always been fine,
Because when I am tired
I could sleep on a washing line.
But now I've met my match,
A cock without a clue,
Of when it's time for sleeping and
When to cock-a-doodle-doo.
I know it's not intelligent
But it shouldn't be that dumb,
It's its job to do the crowing
But should know when the crowing's done.
I have to work a night shift
Every other week.
If it doesn't learn when morning ends
I'll staple up its beak.
It needs to start its learning soon
And then learn in a hurry,
'Cos if it hasn't learnt by Friday
It's my guest for a chicken curry.

09/05/2005