The Night Soil Man 2

Written by: Afolabi Taiwo

   Adorned with militant mask like buglar,
   Wicked Pail, flying broom and magic parker, 
   His fully fitted filthy working tools,
   Attacking shadow falls on full to the brim bin,
   While some bounty dropplets swiftly swept and packed,
   And turned all the tall bin in his yawning pail,
   Atlas, cursed by Zeus to carry the world up a steep
   hill,
   Heaved without a yelp the heavy evacuation on top,
   And the dark wizard stole away into the darkness.