Here is a poem, what do you think? It's about this Rooster named lindo, when he was little I though he was a girl and named him princess.. Lol, but he had to go because our naighbors complained and said they were sick of us having chickens.....
But what do you think? If you made a fun poem, go ahead and write it here -
Say a little prayer,
for my Lindo each night,
It makes it better to bare,
But with him being in "death zone" it gives me quite some fears.
But with his wonderful stare
I find myself in a bed of tears,
I can be in my bed and sob till I'm worn, and only wish he could be there with me, but that makes me torn.
Because some people say his music hurts their ears.
I find it a beautiful love song, he made for us to hear. I find it quite a charm.
I find it hard to believe that he'll never be in my arms,
in those winds and storms
Though people say he's in my heart i cannot feel his warmth of being.
I wish he could here with me,
Though nobody can see! I want to be there to comfort my baby, my lovely boy.
I see his colors and beautiful smiley, which bring me in a sense of joy. I look at him and see the result of my loving, but when when I get back down from there, I feel the lift of shoving.
The weights of love are so great, and can be lifted with such ease,
But now my love is gone, and all I have are my memories.
So as I go back when he was "Princess" I look and see it all,
That life for him was great, some might even call it a ball.

Say a little prayer,
for my Lindo each night,
It makes it better to bare,
But with him being in "death zone" it gives me quite some fears.
But with his wonderful stare
I find myself in a bed of tears,
I can be in my bed and sob till I'm worn, and only wish he could be there with me, but that makes me torn.
Because some people say his music hurts their ears.
I find it a beautiful love song, he made for us to hear. I find it quite a charm.
I find it hard to believe that he'll never be in my arms,
in those winds and storms
Though people say he's in my heart i cannot feel his warmth of being.
I wish he could here with me,
Though nobody can see! I want to be there to comfort my baby, my lovely boy.
I see his colors and beautiful smiley, which bring me in a sense of joy. I look at him and see the result of my loving, but when when I get back down from there, I feel the lift of shoving.
The weights of love are so great, and can be lifted with such ease,
But now my love is gone, and all I have are my memories.
So as I go back when he was "Princess" I look and see it all,
That life for him was great, some might even call it a ball.
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