A Motor Park In Nigeria

Here, the word I drop for Travelers “Hark!” Where offended driver begins to bark: “Why should you there your Stupid Volvo park?” The bared teeth of speaker those of a shark; If he sank them in one’s flesh the same mark, Now cursing one, next singing like a lark… Hurry not if destination is Park, Not the Amusements, I mean: Motor Park! Where wires of new licensed cars spark, Your pockets picked while Daylight was still stark, Fights ignited last until it is dark: Preachers surface to dwell on Noah’s Ark… Where one meets with Comedian Passengers, By their sides Satan’s Soft Messengers… For thee a tried Nigerian Motor Park, In which had been displayed Award Gold Plaque…