My Hurdle
I was walking down the lane
I saw a line that crossed over the lake
But i lack strength to killed the snake on top
Feeling the pain of the rain inside the train...
When i reached my hut
The hut was very hot
But i managed to cloth my clock
To avoid melting of the block
That will lock my luck
My leg hurt
For stepping on the cock
That i cooked on the block
After cooking the cock
I took the folk
To the cock on the plate
Opening my book to taste the test
Through my pen that raid the rake
There by causing my sake to say the break
I later met my mom
Who turned the salt soup to sour soup
Making me to avoid my road to eternity
Casting the fraternity of the senility
Mom! Who is this man?
Who turned the pap into pan
And ran into the sac of the stomach
Producing a duel set of bags inside the house.
Copyright © Rays Chinwendu | Year Posted 2021
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