Cocks and Trees

I think that I shall never see
A cock as mighty as a tree.

A cock whose hungry mouth is prest
Against one or more sweet flowing breasts;

A cock that thinks of Goddess all day,
And lifts its hefty shaft to pray;

A cock that may in his dreams wear
My pretty mouth in his ball hair;

Upon whose trousers “snow” has lain;
Who intimately lives with “rain”.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only a cock stands like a tree!

Adapted by Keiko Mulligan from Trees by Joyce Kilmer

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