A Crab's Life
Just yesterday morning,
The west wind whirled away my hat.
"What use is an old hat?"
I murmured as I pedalled my bicycle, whistling.
Few miles away, my flip-flop fell off,
I let the second one go too,
"It's better to lose the two,
What use can one worn out flip-flop be of?"
Then the sun shone suddenly, harshly,
And I missed my miserable hat.
My bicycle broke down a part,
And the heated ground showed no mercy.
On my way back, I saw a mad man
Kneeling and raising his hands up:
He has found a hat and pair of flip-flop.
My sole is sore, my head is swoon.
Copyright © Chime Justice Ndubuisi | Year Posted 2018
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