King of the Coop

This is Roman.                                                                                 Roman is a Rooster.

      

Roosters do not lay eggs.  Here are some eggs not lain by Roman:

Roman is mean.  He likes to attack people.  My youngest sister use to be afraid to go outside near him.  "Cock-a-doo not bite me," she would say.

I am some what afraid of him, although he has never attacked me- yet.

Here is a poem I wrote about Roman:

King of the Coop

By Melody Beerbower

Dedicated to our rooster Roman, October 14, 2011

The rooster is the king of the coop.

He rules it with beak and claw.

He struts around,

Tail in the air

Demanding respect from all

The rooster is the ruler of the roost.

He sits upon it with great pride,

Sleeping there

From dusk till dawn

His faithful hens by his side.

The rooster is king of the Cock-a-doodle-do.

He calls it all day long.

So vain because

He knows no hen

Can sing his stately song. 

Hail to the king of the coop!

To the Rooster with bright red crown!

I respect your beak

And your long, sharp claws

And keep my distance whenever you’re around.

For the rooster is also king of the yard,

Or wherever he may be,

So Roman
In every way

That he frightens even me.

(These are hens. They lay the eggs. I have not written a poem about them.)