Cock-sure Chaos

Poor Roger the Rhode Island Rooster has really got the hump
cause he can't keep his woman folk, his house, it's such a dump.
Now Sid, the young Light Sussex, he's got many a spouse.

That's cause he has got himself, a Cornwall Poultry House.
All the birds are hanging around, and they're really cock-ahoop,
when Sid says, "come inside my dears and see my luxury coop."
"Its gorgeous Sid" said Hatti hen "there's no way in for foxes."

"Just hop up here" said cock sure Sid "and try my nesting boxes".
Now Roger's watching what's going on and getting awful moody,
"Sid's got 15 birds in there and 10 of them are broody".
Somethings got to change thought Rog, I need a new attraction.
Then perhaps I'll get the birds back here and get a bit of action.

I've got my charm and bright red comb, but i live in this old shack.
I need a brand new luxury pad to get my women back.
Rog goes online to have a look and starts to type away.
Ah! 'Ere tis thought Rog Cornwall Poultry Houses dot co dot UK.

Wow! What a choice there is thought Rog, there's houses here for all.
Chickens, ducks, goats, cats and dogs I must give them a call.
Penzance 787283, I'll get them on the phone.
I ain't 'avin this no more, perched here on my own.

I'll ring them up and ask advice direct from the gaffer,
he'll know just what I'll need to pull and tell me what I'm after.
I'll have a brand new house dropped here then watch the girls heads turn.
Then with my pop-hole open wide young Sid can watch and learn.

I'll show that Sid, that low down cock, that cheating womaniser,
I'll add to cart an electric fence with the biggest energiser.
I'll woo the birds, they'll all love me, I'll get the bloody lot,
then farmer Gilles can fatten Sid and bung him in the pot.

Rog phoned them up and got advice and did a few more searches,
then decided on a big strong house with good, strong, smoothed off perches.
Rog ordered up and arranged the drop, they're loads cheaper then the rest.
For cleaning out and collecting eggs they really are the best.

Now a few nights later later Sid cant sleep, he's sure that somethings brewing.
Rogs been hard at work all day and demolished his old ruin.
Perhaps he's moving on thought Sid, there's nothing here for him,
not since i got this house set up, he's cast out on a limb.

But then again he won't give up, old Rog he ain't no quitter.
He won't give up without a fight and I know he's feeling bitter.
Perhaps, oh no, maybe, what if? Calm down you're being daft.
But what if Rogers gone and got himself a brand new gaff.

A sleepless night was had by Sid, the next morning confirmed his fears.
There's Roger's brand new chicken house, and Sid can't believe his ears,
when he hears his birds back chatting up Rog, and having a good snigger,
"It's a beauty Rog, its just like Sids, but even bloody bigger."

There's plenty air, yet water tight and keeps out all the weathers,
But Sids well mad, he's well wound up, you've ruffled up his feathers."
Young Sid couldn't take it any more. He really blew his top,
The feathers flying from a cloud of dust, all the girls were cackling "Stop!"

The cocks couldn't stop, too much at stake, they had to sort it out.
Two big strong boys, too much to loose, both set for a long hard bout.
When down the lane came farmer Gilles in a 4x4 with a trailer.
The fighting paused, both glad for a break. Rog puffed on his inhaler.

They gathered around to see what's on, and the dust began to settle.
Sid just acted really cool, and chewed on a stinging nettle.
In came the truck into the field, the farmer shut the gate.
What's in that trailer on the back? The boys they just couldn't wait.

Old Rog jumped up upon the roof, and looked in through the vent.
" I can't believe it, Sid come here, this must be heaven sent."
So Sid jumped up and had a look, his tongue just hit the floor,
stunning, gorgeous, point of lays, 2 dozen maybe more.

Sid and Rog they called a truce, they had no time for fighting,
with all these new young birds to meet, it really was exciting.
The farmer opened up the door and let the pullets out,
Old Roger got a new lease of life and forgot about his gout.

Now some, they had there eye on Sid, falling for his hype,
but Rog didn't mind cause quite a few, they like the older type.
Now everyone just settled down and things, they worked out fine.
The boys each had their new young birds and neither crossed the line.

Summer came and the pullets matured, Sids favourite was called Judie,
stunning bird with great long legs, wasn't long before she went broody.
Sid ordered up a broody coop from Cornwall Poultry Houses,
up on legs to prevent those nesting rats and mouses.

She sat so patient for 21 days and then she had her clutch.
Sid was back online again for a brand new rearing hutch
Sids proud as punch and smirked at Rog and nicknamed him "Old Codger"
Till one day one old bird said "Sid, your kids, they look like Roger."
Sid fell out with that meddling bird for dampening his glory,
can't tell you what happened next, cause that's a whole new story.

To be continued...