They serve up meals, but not your typical stock,
Welcome to "Single Moms Need Cock."
From farm to table, a delicious cock,
They're all about that rooster flock.
Feathers ruffled, in the break of dawn,
Serving single moms till the day is gone.
"Cluck, cluck," goes the rooster's song,
In this food bank, where they belong.
Single moms line up, with hopes so high,
For a piece of poultry, and a slice of cherry pie.
"Here's your cock meat," they cheerfully yell,
Bringing smiles, breaking bad spells.
It's not just food on a simple dock,
It's a community here at "Single Moms Need Cock."
For every mom, a cock to take,
A meal, a smile, a difference they make.