Champion Turned Scorpion
Only Last week with his Holy Bible,
I had to challenge Sam’s loaded pistol,
The whole spectacle indescribable
Thoughts of “Who did in him new thoughts instill?
This could yield cops’ visit and his arrest
Some dark cell his new place of ordered rest
If with it Sam appeared in a luncheon
He would not escape the first truncheon…
Now, I judge him Maverick Champion
With his loaded shot gun A Scorpion,
Though, his being with it might be protective,
To be snooping around him Detective
With possible orders to make shameful
What The Anxious User had thought gainful.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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