Karma.

[Bob Pacey]

I now buy point of lay pullets

Karma

The grandkids brought home some chickens
that their school had chose to hatch.
Sweet pretty little things they were
the pick of all the batch.

I kept them in a cardboard box upstairs
one was red and one was black.
Then when they both got big enough
I put them in a cage right down the back.

Well they finally grew to quite a size
but would you want to know.
At four - thirty then one morning
one of them tried to bloody crow.

The black one was a rooster
not really wanted around this part
But I found it hard to do the deed
I just did not have the heart.

So I rang around my friends and mates
but no one wants a rooster so it seems
Even friends from out of town
not in my wildest dreams.

So I took it to the Village
said I was really not sure of it’s sex.
Gone for good the morning crowing
now it was someone elses hex.

They say that Karma is a strange thing
and I tell you I should know.
Cause I was woken up this morning
by a bloody roosters crow.

I looked out the door and cursed mate
The red one is crowing on the grass.
Karmas just come around again
and fairly bit me on the a--se.


Bob Pacey ( C )
Ps anyone want a rooster.

[Neville Briggs]

So it's a red rooster, hmmm that might suggest an idea.

[alongtimegone]

Any chance that the grand kids can take it back to school. It could be teacher's pet.
Wazza

PS - Bob, I knew a Mary had a little lamb rhyme that included a rooster but it's not bush poetry so I won't post it.

[Bob Pacey]

Know the Mary had a little lamb one Wazza

The rooster is now in the big chook pen in the sky.


Bob

[Heather]

Did you cook it with the crow?

[Bob Pacey]

Just the thought of eating poor old ( Young ) red fills me with dread Heather.

Crow does not taste bad. cooked over a slow fire in a pot filled with chicken stock. Add a couple of rocks and when the rocks go soft throw the crow away and eat the rocks . mmmmmmmm



Bob