Classic Poem

Thou cursed cock, with thy perpetual noise,
May'st thou be capon made, and lose thy voice,
Or on a dunghill may'st thou spend thy blood,
And vermin prey upon thy craven brood;
May rivals tread thy hens before thy face,
Then with redoubled courage give thee chase;
May'st thou be punish'd for St. Peter's crime,
And on Shrove Tuesday, perish in thy prime;
May thy bruis'd carcass be some beggar's feast,
Thou first and worst disturber of man's rest.