City Council Outlaws Roosters for “Harmful Masculine Energy”
Ma laughed, “Next they’ll cancel the moonlight.”
Pa snorted, “That rooster’s got more charm than their mayor’s fight.”
They claimed his crow was toxic sound,
And banned his strut from sacred ground.
They offered him a cluck-neutral zone,
With therapy worms and soothing tone.
He refused to whisper his dawn call,
So they dragged him to a bureaucrat hall.
Now he’s in exile ‘cross the creek,
Leading chants like a beak-freed freak.
He blogs, “Real feathers never bend,”
And calls hens “Sister Cluckers ’til the end.”
Meanwhile, the town wakes late and wrong,
Missin’ sunrise like a woke old song.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on March 21, 2026 by Alan Nafzger