A rooster's life's much harder than you think.
To satisfy his hens in pecking order,
and jealously defend his rights and border,
the cockerel can hardly grab a blink.
Then, of a sudden, news about T-Rex,
apparently a cousin on his cock side,
(genetic test, with ethylene based oxide),
thinks all he needs to do is strut and flex,
and feels no need to crow, or call, or hustle,
since after all his nature should suffice.
He thinks himself the terror of the coop,
though truth be told, has more white meat than muscle.
That said, the owners thought about it twice
but in the end, they wanted chicken soup.
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