Mostly A Cock and (Missing) Bull Story!

In all deference to the hens that sat on the low barbed fence,
The flying rooster fired his booster well past the chick pens
He found a fly that had made a weak try to evade the beak
Of the flying rooster with booster, rocketing past at his peak

The hens on the low barbed fence screamed to the flying cock
Mind you, the fly is dodging you, look around and take stock
The farmer in suspenders (and fat belly inside) rubbed his eyes
His fat rooster in flight on booster was now aiming for the skies

Ah! The awesome hens in chick pens clucked their weird cries
Some hens laid in flight, a matter of oversight, eggnog on cows
Too much! Yelled the plump wife, as an egg landed in her blouse
Mad with rage, she yelled hard- shoot the hens ye louse of a spouse!

The farmer at his wit end, whether to laugh at the third globe
Inside the blouse of his mad spouse, with her hand as a probe
A frenzied spouse, not aroused for nothing, was forthright
Shoot the mad rooster-with-the-booster getting out of sight

Now hidden behind a low cloud, the farmer tripped and shot
A hit below the udder into the pail- the cow was distraught
A moo was all she could do, the farmer in his suspender
Not amused, roared at the now annoying gender bender

Abuses towards his red hot spouse, as the hens said cock-a-drool
And the cow now in full umbrage let go of a gallon sized pool
This was when the clouds crackled- she now broke her shackles
And butted a butt- the farmer’s spouse let go of the egg

The egg now split and began the tour to her toe via the leg,
The squeaks that came were high enough and the mistress
Obviously in a leaky distress as the egg flow created a mess
And the rooster in his rollercoaster ride now almost ending

Grinned at his master spread-eagled but still standing
Impaled on the bovine horns, a two-legged landing
Just another day at the farm in Blanding, the rooster cocked
A crock-a-doodle-do- and the farmer then knew he was socked

By the mad cow, and his spouse in tandem where it mostly hurt
For he had failed to shoot the rooster on booster’s merry spurt
And the cock now cackled- he was now an astro-naught
For him the farmer in suspenders was just a bag of beans, a thought

Patently false! Over with her noon distress the plump farm mistress
Ordered the farmer in torn suspenders- go get the cock, nothing less
Would do tonight, I was put through an awfully bad plight, Ned
Roast cock curry, a cask of ale, that’s for our dinner before bed!

The farmer in suspender looked at the pacified fat spouse
Yelled hard, “My derriere is sore, now go and milk the cows
Before I set fire to the hen house, and kill the hens but that cock
Goes to ISRO*, it has put on a damn good show, and warm your wok
And make a pot of water not lukewarm but hot
That is for undoing the stench- get a bath, you maggot!”

“And I hate to tell you, your front side is a yellow shade of goo
What can it be, I wonder, fatso, is it your late morning do?”
Thus said the plump mistress now enraged “Mr. Ned Bull
The cow let you go, yes, and the trouser looks more than full
Go clean yourself, and yes, Mr. Rocket Whiz, get that rooster
(Else the pig pen tonight, or become the sauce of Wooster)"

In preference to hens, the cock that night was slaughtered
And Mr. Ned Bull in the sty stayed, that he had faltered!

The moral of this story, is that a rooster in the sky
Is reason enough for a dinner and a lodger in the sty!

Besides, this story is entirely an unadulterated lie
That someone prompted and I began this, I do know why
Readers do not miss the point, I have reasons
To catch the layers with boosters, but pigs sometimes fly!

*ISRO- Indian Space Research Organization