Clarke Gets Rid of Feared Visitors
Don Clarke acted like one who’d soon leave.
His callers stood up in compliance,
Then heard the gasped relief Clarke did heave,
To them Clarke’s hurting non-reliance:
The fears of losing his appliance!
“Clarke might his tears wipe with his shirt’s sleeve!”
His stereo that fuels his vain long dance.
Oh! How Clarke loved the songs Big Stars weave;
His mind songs help to strike some balance
Once more, he shall thank Reeve Steve,
For its purchase and song-listening chance…
Meanwhile, play-acting for his callers
Feared by him Disguised Stereo Sellers.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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