A short poem from the perspective of my new little hen regarding the advances of my rooster:
Not Having It
Today he tried to get me to eat some cheese but I was really
not having it
Yesterday he circled me and dropped a wing but seriously I'm
not that into having it
He's got nice feet feathers and all but it doesn't convince me to
want it
I know I'm cute and pretty but all he can do is
admire it
He showed me to the dust bath and around the wind chimes but playing music makes me want to
high-tail it
Honestly I’d rather watch myself in the mirror than see him try to
strut it
Objections will be raised if he continues to try to
get it
My poor rooster, he is such a little gentleman. Hopefully, in this case, nice guys will finish first - since there are no other guys!
Meanwhile she is keeping him guessing
(She's still not having it)
Not Having It
Today he tried to get me to eat some cheese but I was really
not having it
Yesterday he circled me and dropped a wing but seriously I'm
not that into having it
He's got nice feet feathers and all but it doesn't convince me to
want it
I know I'm cute and pretty but all he can do is
admire it
He showed me to the dust bath and around the wind chimes but playing music makes me want to
high-tail it
Honestly I’d rather watch myself in the mirror than see him try to
strut it
Objections will be raised if he continues to try to
get it
My poor rooster, he is such a little gentleman. Hopefully, in this case, nice guys will finish first - since there are no other guys!
Meanwhile she is keeping him guessing
(She's still not having it)