Cock-a-doodle Doofus
The greatest deeds no trumpet need;
No preening for applause;
Sincere appreciation comes
When begging’s not the cause.
The stars don’t shout, yet we adore;
We laud the rising Sun;
And after his grand morning show,
He merely beams when done.
The rooster crows (though he’s done naught)
As if he birthed the morn;
So, too, his mate in feathers, kind,
Post-egg will toot her horn.
But those are fowl and foul in boasts;
Great acts can stand alone,
And all the crowing in the world
Can’t for the less atone.
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This poem is for all the athletes in the world
(and all others like them) who taunt, boast,
and strut like vain roosters.
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photo by Nahidh Salman at http://www.rgbstock.com/user/nahidh
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
Not just athletes…
I had that thought, too, and didn’t add it originally. I’ve gone back and put it in.
This is a very well-done piece, Dennis. Stanzas 2 and 3 are especially effective. And, personally, I can think of a number of different types of people who can use the advice.
Thanks. I suppose I singled them out because they’re on the world’s stage and most noticeable. I went back and added – and others like them. 🙂
Hurray! Bravo! You don’t even need to ask for it–you *earned* the applause! 😀
🙂
Love it, Dennis! Especially: ‘As if he birthed the morn’
Thank you!