Dirty Words Hatch Fight
Hard blows traded in pitch-black night:
What do you expect? Funny fight?
The lips of the young devils tight!
All Blacks who’d seen films of Sir White,
In which men fought and forgot flight…
Speedy entry of teeth that bite:
From pain one of the Blacks turned white.
Still, exchange of blows at the site!
They had agreed “Till night says ‘Light,’”
Their eyes confirming a sky bright
And - just like that - gross shows of might;
No lip to take up “What is right…
Dirty words just hatched a night fight
Three lives: the chicks lost to The Kite…
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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