Chook Me!

Rory the Rooster joke?

There was a farmer who had a great many chickens but no rooster to make them have chicks. One day the farmer read an ad in the morning paper that said his neighbor down the road was selling a rooster. Delighted at the chance of getting a rooster for his hens, the farmer drove down the road to his neighbor’s farm and as he pulled into the drive, saw a fine looking rooster strutting about the yard. The farmer’s neighbor greeted him warmly and asked what brought him over. “Well, I saw your ad in the morning paper that you’re selling your rooster and I thought I’d come see if I want to buy him.” “You’re interested in Old Rory, huh?” said the farmer’s neighbor. “Sure I’ll sell him, and he’ll do a good job servicing your hens too. You just have to keep an eye on him because he gets carried away.” The farmer and his neighbor haggled over the price for a few minutes and soon the farmer was driving back home with Old Rory sitting on the front seat of his pickup truck. Once they arrived home the farmer set Old Rory down near the chicken coop and decided to give him some words of advice before turning him loose. “Now Rory, I paid good money for you, so you need to do a good job and make sure you make lots of little chickens for me to sell. There’s no big rush, so take your time, pace yourself and incidentally,” the farmer added with a little wink, “try to have some fun while you’re at it.” Old Rory needed no second bidding. Quick as a flash he dashed into the hen house and the farmer head the most awful racket as Old Rory boinked each of his hens two or three times. The farmer was astounded at the old rooster and was starting to get a little worried about him when he heard a cacophony of honking and quacking down by the pond later that afternoon and sure enough there was Old Rory, cavorting with all the farmer’s ducks and geese, and he was quite certain his Casanova rooster would not last another day when he saw him out in the fields that evening, chasing quail and pheasants as they fled from the exceptionally randy rooster. When the farmer got up in the morning his worst fear was confirmed as he saw old Rory laying stiff as a plank in the middle of the yard, buzzards circling overhead. Distressed at the loss of such a beautiful and expensive bird, the farmer ran to the old rooster, dropped to his knees and began weeping next to Rory’s still body. “Oh, Rory, Rory,” he cried! “I told you to take your time! I told you to pace yourself, and now look at what’s happened to you!” To the farmer’s utter shock and astonishment, Old Rory opened his eyes, winked at the farmer, and with a quick glance at the buzzards overhead whispered, “Shhh! They’re getting closer!”

Public Comments

1. Too bad it wasn't a Dairy Farm- he could have made a fortune on Steak-'n-Eggs.
2. I love it! That's a good joke.