The Goats' Invasion

The alarm shouted on my ear The day is six thirty a.m young so is the air I prostrate twiceand pray To God to make me a predator and not a prey I dust the house and mob the floor Wash the plates as there is no flaw I fed the poultry and allow them to reign Spread the grains as there is no rain I fetch petrol and ten buckets of water Wash the car as i leave the warming till later My mum cooks beans and ot corn-pap It encouraged me as it makes me clap I am told to direct and deliver a message orally I am so tired as i got it aurally I run madly and i conveyed it to the Wright His dog gave me a chase as the message was not right I walk home gently and i aim not to blunder I think I am dead as i thought of nought save hunger Without feeding back i took my brush and my bath Half naked i dashed to the kitchen as i have damned the earth As my mouth watereth hunger was my mood But Lo! the Goats ate my food.