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.