My Aching Belly

Just a day before this dotting I woke up anew, fagged Unto the toilet I beckoned One, two, three, four, . . .times Flaccidity ran all over me I could not stand nor sit down On my Mama’s footstool For I was foot-billing a stool Chewing and gassing out odour Liken to that of nothing But a dead vulture in a Hades My eyeballs ran backward Deep inside my ringing Golgotha I assume a skeletal posture Whose weight is zero square My path and bearing Became that of Mr. Air My belly heavy and aching Appetite disappears off me Foods became my brief foe I groin only in pains of constipation It confined me to fasting without prayers Only feasting on fart till nine by darkness I kowtow to the rhythm of Fuddy-duddy Fandango in my tummy I was in an unnamed planet Does belly ache kills? Many wondered I woke up unto hunger monger But I was scared again to conquer hunger For here leads my maw cupidity I would have cross to the yonder beyond Learning not to chew beyond my belly. Alayande Stephen Tolulope 4th, November, 2005 11.00am