How I Wish My Cock Could Crow

Young lad he is, not born with a silver spoon though

But, his childhood wouldn’t have been any better

Cuddled in a loving hand of a caring mother

Trained by an understanding Man who is more of a friend than a father

Our lad has grown into a boy with short lyrics on his mouth;

“How I Wish My Cock Could Crow”

He’s light, agile, smart, courageous, intelligent and of average height

He keeps to himself most times to decipher a solution,

Cool-headed with great facial shape

His set of teeth is far from being the worse

His ways, styles, and ability to touch people’s mind made him more interesting

It wouldn’t be strange if He’s addressed as ‘‘handsome’’

Though, tends to be too childish at times

Alas! The lad has developed a “cold feet”

How He wished his cock could crow

Achievements upon success with a conglomeration of awards

He had been a river that put an end to people thirst yet, sang

“How I Wish My Cock Could Crow”

And so, is his songs, all in a parable

The most beautiful flower has not gotten the best weather or edaphic

While, the common flowers bring out the most acceptable fruits,

How I wish my cock could crow

One thing He’s never done is to make people sad

So, he decided never to fall in love but his ‘chi’ chose otherwise

She was so close that they were never apart

Life became so boring for one without the other

Yet, he sang “how I wish my cock could crow”

All the outstanding success were nothing compared to the love He showers

She’s a paragon of beauty, a citadel of morals

An epitome of knowledge with great feminine charisma

The days grows wing, the month developed in figures

And the years push their emotion to the peak where they were perfectly matched

What a remarkable pair

And He wished his cock could crow.

Now all is silent, the voice of the breeze passing by could be heard

Even the birds took their break and the trees were still

Down sat the woman gazing joyfully at our warlock but,

The eyes were met with a tear-soaked twin

The lips parted giving way to the dreaded sentence

“How I wish my cock could crow”

For my dog is dumb & cannot bite

My Eagle is handicap & cannot fly

My frog is lame & cannot leap

I am no man for I am IMPOTENT

I’m sorry but I love you

And I guess our story ends here

For how I wish my cock could crow but, it is dejected

When all I want is for it to be docile.