Pure Race
This is an important race
That welcomes not a dragged pace:
Would you have Neil take your place
And fat smiles line up his face?
It is, as I said, Pure Race,
In which one guns for first place
And this does at a fast pace...
A winner's sweat on one's face
In odd delays not a trace
Of what what attract Divine Grace
You just watch: He'll you displace
Who'd wanted to you replace.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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