ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

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 arse.


Bob Pacey ( C )
Ps anyone want a rooster.