the little rooster’s soul, it ailed
trothed as he was, his ‘doodle’ failed
his mornin’ mantra didn’t flow
the couped-up cock just couldn’t crow
a grounded bird with buried head
most free-range chicks mistook for dead
his mid-life funk affected all
‘cause the Sun Goddess didn’t get
her wake-up call

‘twas in this hour dark and dire
the gods, they grasped the cock’s desire
empathy had they for his sitch
but no clue how to scratch his itch
they understood the why and when;
“his quill needs dipping now and then”
they’d just have to hook up the rooster right
with some goddess who’d be willing
to shed more than light

“Kanayama’s mettle isn’t all that warm
She won’t exhibit the lodestones in their raw form
Her iron will, it will not waver
Tatsuta truly has one fine veneer
but She’ll only let Her golden gown fall once a year
a brief affair, too cool to savor
Benzai-ten’s last two hands are locked in prayer
She’s oh, so occupied, t’is but Her soul She’ll bare
exposing Her puritan flesh for naught but Her saviour
Fuji, She is sometimes known to flash,
but it would be rare to see Her air more than Her hot, white ash
who’ll do the little rooster a little favor?”

“how about luscious Uzume?
She can get our little feathered friend to sing
She’ll be such a breath of fresh air
it will really get his little weathervane to swing
She’ll do a little dance
then She might do a little bit of song
but five hundred yen says She won’t keep
those little silk panties on for very long”

“She’ll take the job despite the size
She’ll get that downcast cock to rise
She’ll treat him to her very best
very soon we’ll all be feasting on white thigh and breast”

Uzume sang the silkworm ode
She urged the rooster to unload
stroked his pecker once or twice
thawed his calloused claws of ice
his paltry little soul, he searched
for what seemed years, the bird, he perched
below, a red hot chakra burned
as his spitted giblets slowly turned

he came out of his pious trance
She squirmed inside Her tantric pants
pulled and peeled Her sushi fruit
the fowl, he up and followed suit
they got down on all twos and fours
they buffed and shined Her bamboo floors
despite the mythic thorns, he chose
to pluck that sweet, pink Tokyo rose

Her cockle, did his noodle do
when dawn cracked, he felt good as new
his raucus crowing woke the dead
and the Sun Goddess, finally She got out of bed

©2005 Robert Reiser