House-Maid
The tantalizing housemaid
comes in swinging her waist,
to serve me breakfast.
But it is not the meal
she wants me to eat!
It is not the service she renders!
The frog in me frog-jumped
and my heart fled as a coward
to where I dig with pens
leaving breakfast stranded
as a pool of water in pot-hole
in the middle of a tarmac road.
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016
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