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
Brilliant writing
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Thank you very much. This must be a very special piece for the crème de la crème to comment thus. 🙂
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I think you have me confused with someone else. But I do enjoy reading you very much 🙏❤️
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No, I know you write very well too. Thank you.
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🙏❤️😊
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Oh wow I love this MumC your writing is wonderful! 😀
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Thank you very much Michelle. Blessings.
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Sexism is a terrible blight on humanity, and the ego may be as bad. Great poem!
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Thank you Rob.
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