Okechukwu Iroegbu Poet ABC

Oiroegbu Halls

:: Oke Iroegbu's Halls' ::

I want to be a sword
Give me a brass-smith
Mold me please... Mold me

I want to be a fish
Freedom of those depths
In the last frontiers of the Earth

I want to be a fruit
Come taste my puddings
Just bring a spoon- no bowel

I want to be a pen
Drawin pictures that lives in my mind
Creatin stories of Oiroegbu Halls

I want to be yur ...
Pulling yur hair all day
Waitin for yu to wake up in the mornins

I really want to be a story
In like the Arabian nights
Of bravery and of determination

I want to be a nutmeg
Makin yu cough all day*lol*
Laughin at yur red face*tongue*

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