A Box of Flesh
Go to the dining room
There the box is singing
Take time in the backyard
The box is whistling at you
Then you are at the veranda
The box comes to pinch you
Take refuge in the bedroom
There it comes with red mouth
You roll away to carpet floor
It rushes to suck blood for dinner
As you liked it you brought it
Now as it likes it you give
The box of flesh has become
A box full of untold fairy tales
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2020
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