REbel for M lady Tammy

a poem

 

 

 

Rebel

 

The cockerel crew at break of day.

Bid working men to make their way

 to where they earned their honest crust

when hunger drives a man needs must.

 

Obey the cockerel’s clarion call.

 

So harness Dobbin to the plough

 and leave behind a straight furrow

or hasten to the factory

 amongst the grim machinery.

 

Obey the cockerel’s clarion call.

 

Of if perchance you’re office bound

surrounded only by the sound

 of papers shuffled to and fro.

 You have no choice you still must go.

 

Obey the cockerel’s clarion call.

 

On winter mornings dark and cold

 and summer days when it grows hot.

 But I don’t care I am grown old

 and have retired so I will not.

 

Obey the cockerel’s clarion call.

 

3-Aug-08

 

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