Ode to Chaps (sad but true)

[Heartafire]

Little banty rooster

flaunting feathers red and black

with waffles like a big boy

those who loved you called you Chaps.

You ruled at Sopotnick’s ,

you were different from the rest.

Crowing with dignity,

thrusting out your chest.

Some errant biker

laid you to rest-

leaving us to mourn,

having lost the very best.

We find a bit of comfort,

though your demise pains a lot,

knowing you weren’t served up

with some dumplings in a pot.




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