Chinedum Ekwobi Poet Rhyme

I Could Spoil the Name of the Sun

I could spoil the name of the sun:
Call it 'oven' before my son
'Furnace' brand it to change the fun
Make kids meet it and long to run;
Fall down and claim it did them stun;
Stop its warm praises by a nun,
Telling her the sun's faults a tonner.

Dislike I the blaze of the sun
Struck by it I would, sometimes, run
My stares at the sun: pointed gun.
I d simply hoped to down the sun.

Detest I the cruel whips of the sun:
Something  it has done more than once,
In its opinion a fight won
And the deed as good as done....

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