The cocks of mine play truant.
Asleep in my bedroom one afternoon,
heard some peculiar sound.
Cared not, as I was exhausted.
A while later could feel the movements
someone running round and round my bed.
Woke up. Found the two cocks beside me.
Shooed them off. Not an easy task altogether.
I smelt something foul.
Got up again to find their poop all around.
Exasperated, cleaned the bedroom.
That was the end of my sleep.
I thought cocks were easy to rear.
Not anymore I think so.
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