The Sexy Rooster's Story
Crowed in the morning glory.
The cock wakes with a morning glory.
Cock-a-doodle-doo this lusty story.
He approaches me on the sly,
though he knows it doesn’t make me shy,
to do me an inner inventory.
About the Creator
Paula Romeu
I’ve had a pretty unusual life. Now I write about it. If it helps, it’s yours.
The journey has been extra👁rdinari.
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