This little poem/joke/funny story, makes me smile EVERY time I hear it.
It was dedicated to me by a dear friend in government, who thought that it sized me up pretty much perfectly. I cannot really disagree (smile). Unfortunately, given the public attacks and paranoia around our public figures these days I thought it best to leave his name out of this attribution for the moment. Maybe I will re-post it once he is out of office and provide proper attribution then. For the moment, well,you can just try to "guess!" Good luck. Anyway — enjoy. As I said — it is hillarious. And as my sweetie, Mrs. Sheila Kennedy Bryant would say, MAKE A GREAT DAY!
Kenny the Rooster —
A farmer had about 200 hens, but no rooster, and he wanted chicks. So, he went down the road to the next farmer and asked if he had a rooster to sell.
The other farmer said, “Yeah, “I’ve got this neat rooster, named Kenny. He’ll service every chicken you got, no problem.”
Well, Kenny the rooster cost a lot of money, but the farmer decided he’d be worth it. The farmer took Kenny home and set him down in the barnyard, first, giving the rooster a pep talk. “I want you to pace yourself now, Kenny, you’ve got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money …consequently, I’ll need you to do a good job. So, take your time and have soon fun,” the farmer said, with a chuckle.
Kenny seemed to understand, so the farmer pointed toward the hen house and Kenny took off like a shot. WHAM! – Kenny serviced every hen in the hen house three or four times, and the farmer was really shocked. After that the farmer heard a commotion in the duck pen, sure enough, Kenny was in there.
Later, the farmer saw Kenny after a flock of geese, down by the lake. Once again – WHAM! He got all the geese. By sunset he saw Kenny out in the fields chasing quail and pheasants.
The farmer was upset and worried that his expensive rooster wouldn’t even last 24 hours. Sure enough, the farmer awoke the next morning only to find Kenny on his back, feet in the air, stone still in the middle of the yard, with vultures circling overhead.
The farmer, saddened by the loss of such a colorful and expensive animal, shook his head and said, “Oh, Kenny, I told you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slow down, now look what you’ve done to yourself!”
Kenny opened one eye, nodded towards the buzzards circling in the sky and said, “Shhh, they’re getting closer…”
As dedicated to John Bryant by …..well, you will find this out AFTER they are out of office (smile!)