Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Rapidly strokes the morning hour
insatiable urge to crow and strut
sashay sidling at the ready
outward eying pointedly thrusts
cock of the walk stands there smiling
only as the fowl can do
beating breast commanding prowess
entering silence wet with dew
up and down in forward fineness
prods and croons the sleep awake
and softly moaning out from slumber
arms reach out to seize the day

Oh how we love the daylight hours
come upon us rouse to peak
up and at 'em
soft enveloping
listen hard
for the cock to speak

Dandy fellow
rise uplifted
strut your stuff
and crow out loud
smiling ladies
love their gentlemen
at the ready
standing proud

So ode I do
and always shall
sing the praises
ring the bell
cocks and morning
go together
like hand in glove
they fit so well

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I wrote this yesterday, on the morning of my first day of vacation. I find myself wondering sometimes where my mind lays! Well, I'm a hen for sure, a mousey hen, laying eggs and fucking chicken!!! Ha Ha Ha.

enjoy your vacation, mousey 1! sounds like it will be ..... interesting

~westie

Here's hoping! But it's not so much interesting that I'm interested in, but more so relaxing and laid back and that delicious easy breezy feeling.

I plan to do a whole lot of naught. I shall lounge about the home front, sipping on small quantities of wine, exercising any writing passion should it pounce and render me willing victim to its will. I shall drag my mousey tail around here perhaps, Go a bit, haiku a bit, shoot the breeze a bit...or just read. It all sounds like bliss to me. I shall hopefully rarely lift a finger but to wag it at a fly.

And thanks, westie, for reading. This poem a fun word romp of the cocky kind.

a cock of the walk
who shall never crawl
for when the sun rises
as does the chatter
and all the hens follow
as if he's the only one matters
singing his praises and
another egg in the nest

Fucking chicken
don't you see
laying eggs
gathering to bosom
all fears
unhatched

yas th mawning
lordy
pop a bluesy th eve bafore
sleep on it
and cockadoodledoooo!

blowing smoke on th buddha
ode to imperfection
mercy she writes epistles
! rich with
references to sensual
ambience
rich in exploring
human and environ
more mercy !
th lady at her leisure
so complete
on eternal vacation

Here's to writing epistles
and bells and whistles
and cocks and poems that crow in the night

smoke 'em if ya got 'em!

Well, word around the barnyard is that the hen can really lay an egg...and the mousey one too!

we're pregnant with expectationz, dearli!