Chinedum Ekwobi Poet Rhyme

A Lost Candy Is Handy

Now, you see your mislaid candy,
Still your very property and handy.

So, don’t words with your sister bandy 
Nor repeat that her hair is sandy: 
You might be saying she was The Thief,
Recklessly priming her for noisy grief;
For that’s what ‘Sandy’ supplies in brief
Whilst no daughter thief is fathered by a chief …

And-Alas!-you let candy your mind swirl
Whereas neither gender nor age makes you a girl.

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