Never Made Dinner
It's a tale of a hero
And his sale as zero
He held his hopes in the morning
And end in the blend of the moaning
He had hopes of a champion
He used the strength of a stallion
His toiling visible to the drudging hoes
His endurance praised by friends and foes
In the dusk aroused a villain
Who licked and sapped his sweat's rain
He fought the adverse head chivalrously
But the villian broke dinner's neck vivaciously
I wished in Israel is still a Seer
Who could tell a man he wouldn't make dinner
Copyright © Damilare Samuel | Year Posted 2021
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