The Barnyard King

That old rooster
Was a loud mouthed
Cocky son-of-a-gun,
Blaring his importance
To the world.
He was a self-appointed
Barnyard alarm clock,
Totally convinced
That without his call,
The sun would never rise
And the day couldn’t begin.
He loved nothing more
Than to prance about
Hearing the sound
Of his own voice,
Kind of like
Some of the people
I have known.
He was the self-designated
Barnyard king.