Ode On Hen
Let me say the earth with stones,
never at times to agree to bow,
if he be haggled to loss wow hints,
let nature pass and winds to follow,
the lied down rules, the stary ways and most,
these laws amidst, one by one and word by word,
to do exactly press of trust.
As I know the road is jeweled and of course,
almost no one may care to monitor a growth of flower,
to know when the mode may change,
and thus needs the earth to watch her,
through, so she may turn to hope,
however, objection is still it is...,
when now the bosom, the flower figure.
Appeared to be more matured than she is,
points to note, the law seems clear for satisfaction not for hinter,
a reference to a maniacals,
is serious; when again most men hither,
didn't notice or didn't feel will.
Lead to havoc and calamity without excuse,
for it is a force of nature that she holds,
though unintentionally she pretended to use,
to fine, to talk, to adorn and furnish the odds,
a sense to say it is alarming piety,
this readiness without how,
of course, table should focus on how to solve it's "y".
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2021
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