County Line rooster club

[Buck Douff]

                    ODE TO THE COUNTY LINE ROOSTER
                                      an allegory

That ol' County Line rooster was ugly as home-made sin,
had a hole in his head where his left eye'd been,
the tail feathers he had left were shining red and gray.
He was all beat-up, battered, and scarred,
but when he stepped out in that Charleston chicken yard,
all them Chucktown hens began to cackle and softly say :
"cum 'ere, cum 'ere, cum 'ere you good-looking thang!"

Chucktown had about twenty hens then, as I recall
in less than a fortnight(in an old testament biblical sense)
he knew them all,
then began to look around for other fields of feathered endeavor.
Everyone called him "Chief" from that day forward,
he had two things on his mind as he pressed onward,
winning basketball games, and gittin' better acquainted with females wearing feathers.

to be continued...



                               

[Buck Douff]

                    ODE TO THE COUNTY LINE ROOSTER
                                      an allegory

That ol' County Line rooster was ugly as home-made sin,
had a hole in his head where his left eye'd been,
the tail feathers he had left were shining red and gray.
He was all beat-up, battered, and scarred,
but when he stepped out in that Charleston chicken yard,
all them Chucktown hens began to cackle and softly say :
"cum 'ere, cum 'ere, cum 'ere you good-looking thang!"

Chucktown had about twenty hens then, as I recall
in less than a fortnight(in an old testament biblical sense)
he knew them all,
then began to look around for other fields of feathered endeavor.
Everyone called him "Chief" from that day forward,
he had two things on his mind as he pressed onward,
winning basketball games, and gittin' better acquainted with females wearing feathers.

to be continued...
                               
The Hornet's Thanksgiving turkey was the next bird to go,
then the Littlejohns found their ducks all lined up in a row,
quacking "hunka, hunka, burning love" as Chief strutted on his way.
The Rockets then watched as their Christmas goose,
came out from behind the Lilac bush
with her feathers in a state of ruffled disarray !

Some folks think Chief went too far,
the Yellow Jackets Super found her parakeet cage door ajar,
but no one had the nerve to tell 'er.
She figured it out anyway,
'cause the feathers found in the cage were red and gray,
and her bird's feathers were black and a faded pastel yeller.

then, things went terribly, terribly wrong.
to be continued...

[Buck Douff]

                    ODE TO THE COUNTY LINE ROOSTER
                                      an allegory

That ol' County Line rooster was ugly as home-made sin,
had a hole in his head where his left eye'd been,
the tail feathers he had left were shining red and gray.
He was all beat-up, battered, and scarred,
but when he stepped out in that Charleston chicken yard,
all them Chucktown hens began to cackle and softly say :
"cum 'ere, cum 'ere, cum 'ere you good-looking thang!"

Chucktown had about twenty hens then, as I recall
in less than a fortnight(in an old testament biblical sense)
he knew them all,
then began to look around for other fields of feathered endeavor.
Everyone called him "Chief" from that day forward,
he had two things on his mind as he pressed onward,
winning basketball games, and gittin' better acquainted with females wearing feathers.

to be continued...
                               
The Hornet's Thanksgiving turkey was the next bird to go,
then the Littlejohns found their ducks all lined up in a row,
quacking "hunka, hunka, burning love" as Chief strutted on his way.
The Rockets then watched as their Christmas goose,
came out from behind the Lilac bush
with her feathers in a state of ruffled disarray !

Some folks think Chief went too far,
the Yellow Jackets Super found her parakeet cage door ajar,
but no one had the nerve to tell 'er.
She figured it out anyway,
'cause the feathers found in the cage were red and gray,
and her bird's feathers were black and a faded pastel yeller.

then, things went terribly, terribly wrong.
to be continued...

At daybreak, no one heard the rooster crow.
When inquiring minds want to know,
they listen to the police report on the radio,@station KDYN
The sheriff had been summoned in the middle of the night,
to intervene in a domestic chicken fight,
involving the Chief and a jealous Chucktown hen !

A Deputy, speaking with trepidation,
(citing the on-going criminal investigation)
when pressed, admitted that an arrest had been made.
Jailed,w/o bail, was a jealous Chucktown chicken tender,
charged with attempting to change a rooster's gender,
using vice grip pliers and a rusty razor blade !
LORD HAVE MERCY !!  there's more...

[Buck Douff]

                    ODE TO THE COUNTY LINE ROOSTER
                                      an allegory

That ol' County Line rooster was ugly as home-made sin,
had a hole in his head where his left eye'd been,
the tail feathers he had left were shining red and gray.
He was all beat-up, battered, and scarred,
but when he stepped out in that Charleston chicken yard,
all them Chucktown hens began to cackle and softly say :
"cum 'ere, cum 'ere, cum 'ere you good-looking thang!"

Chucktown had about twenty hens then, as I recall
in less than a fortnight(in an old testament biblical sense)
he knew them all,
then began to look around for other fields of feathered endeavor.
Everyone called him "Chief" from that day forward,
he had two things on his mind as he pressed onward,
winning basketball games, and gittin' better acquainted with females wearing feathers.

to be continued...
                               
The Hornet's Thanksgiving turkey was the next bird to go,
then the Littlejohns found their ducks all lined up in a row,
quacking "hunka, hunka, burning love" as Chief strutted on his way.
The Rockets then watched as their Christmas goose,
came out from behind the Lilac bush
with her feathers in a state of ruffled disarray !

Some folks think Chief went too far,
the Yellow Jackets Super found her parakeet cage door ajar,
but no one had the nerve to tell 'er.
She figured it out anyway,
'cause the feathers found in the cage were red and gray,
and her bird's feathers were black and a faded pastel yeller.

then, things went terribly, terribly wrong.
to be continued...

At daybreak, no one heard the rooster crow.
When inquiring minds want to know,
they listen to the police report on the radio,@station KDYN
The sheriff had been summoned in the middle of the night,
to intervene in a domestic chicken fight,
involving the Chief and a jealous Chucktown hen !

A Deputy, speaking with trepidation,
(citing the on-going criminal investigation)
when pressed, admitted that an arrest had been made.
Jailed,w/o bail, was a jealous Chucktown chicken tender,
charged with attempting to change a rooster's gender,
using vice grip pliers and a rusty razor blade !
LORD HAVE MERCY !!  there's more...

Her defense attorney, attempting to cop a plea,
sued the Chief for having an STD,
but laboratory tests quickly ruled that out.
Chief's attorney countered with a slander suit,
that question though, was soon found moot,
when they settled out of court for an undisclosed amount.

The authorities paid a visit to Charley-town,
closed Miss Kitty's Long Branch down...
Cited Marshall Dynasty and Deputy 12th for breach of protocol.
Chastised them for blowing too much hot air,
and, like Brady, for playing with a pair
of under-inflated balls.
(SI pressure was less than an ounce,)
takes more'n that for a dead cat bounce !

But I digress... gone to Nashville, back in a few to finish.

[WPWells]

I made the poem! Why am I the deputy though?

[Backboard Shattered]

This is classic stuff I love it