An Asthmatic Frequenting Kitchen
Her inhaler is not exorbitant
But should it count much that she's The Buoyant?
Why the breathless condition keep constant?
Black smoke from her kitchen Great Irritant!
Six in the morning the cursed urge itching
And Madam Irene must see her kitchen.
Helping her out was her nicest offer
But she had continued to 'Yes' defer.
With her husband she shall first confer,
As he has opinions he can proffer!
"Mama, you're damned down: That's the main point,
To now steer life's precious ship effort joint;
Miss Agnes: a cook for you we appoint;
For the job your pastor could her anoint."
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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