PAINFUL LAUGHTER

COCK

Cocks always smell something foul

In the cloth of a hen

When success crowns her head

As she sits in their midst

And their combs feel numb at the ego hit

II

Loudly crowing cocks then turn

At the slightest chance

Using their wings to sweep the ground

Beckoning her to turn her back

To play with them or hatch their chicks

III

And if the hen decides to jump

And their chase fails to trap

Then they cook a meal of crap

For all ears which hunger for scraps

Then all cocks mark her maps

And get many rude words to give her raps

Which strap her way without a gap

Until her strength begins to break

Or she learns from an eagle to fly 

To break their records

And leave them dry

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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