“I’m glad you’re such a little cock,”
Said Rosa to her rooster bird.
“If you were big, I’d have to take
You walking on a leather leash.
But since you’re small, I’ll stuff you in
My pocket as we stroll the beach.”
She did just that, but took him out
To sit with her upon a rock,
And as they smelled the breaking waves
She fondly fondled little cock.
“Advantages to being small,”
She told him in her satisfaction,
“Are movement in a confined space,
Variety in all your action.”
Little cock then raised his head,
He crowed his love and admiration.
Rosa smiled and kissed his head.
“You’re big in my—you’re big,” she said,
“You’re big in my imagination!”
