THE MAMMOT OF A JUDICIAL POETS (JUDICIAL POETRY GROUP) NEW BUSSIA NIGER STATE
Dear death, look at him like hump
But mind you,
You can’t take the nook out from his hook,
Oh my book is in my bag resting in its pillow of reading
Taking studies like a forbidden fruit which I threw at the roof top.
But the root of the guff has formed a golden name called Ruth…
Dear my gentle,
The fat man has build a mansion
Causing his fellow man to shun
Eating mango like a hungry monkey
Now, the man is causing him to go
For a load on the road
When the forest has thicken like a red blood cell.
Abonis for the poor
Created an anti number for those in the bush like a jungle beast in the jungle
Is he dead?
Are you sure?
Planned forest for preserver is now hungry like an angry lion
Whisper with your whiskers around the world
Visiting zoologists and botanists like a regular shadow following you ever where you go like MTN
Planned forest has him to death with boldly soldiers of no mercy….
Copyright © Rays Chinwendu | Year Posted 2021
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