Hidden Beauty
The able had plucked all the yellow on top.
They had carted away with all the lemon too;
Left only the green on the papaya tree.
The lame came and left with the green they met.
On the dinner-table was the last pawpaw shock:
The yellow were icky,the lemon were rotten too;
Only the green were red and crispy in their mouths.
18th Jan.,2015
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015
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