Hens continually pecked at the rooster—
and he didn’t seem to mind.
The shorter white hen prodded, poked,
and stabbed with her sharp beak,
continually, all over his big brown body.
But the cock never fought back.
He just took it, while walking along—
strutting down the fence;
His hen nagging him for something
he did not have in him, anymore.
I woke up with a pain in my side,
made eggs; Gave some to my girlfriend—
who complained she bit down on a shell.
“A guy’s gotta stick up for himself,” I said.
She didn’t seem to know what I meant,
but she probably did.
She slept pretty sound that night, anyway.