Rain Boot
Showing off
On streets cum dress
Has season need to laugh
What winter's winds fly to bless
Summer's sun dry to boost in style
Of both, season still don't shun it's smile
Rain boot
On me isn't of choice
Moreso, not that really cute
But of necessity harken rain's voice
Calling out ways to lasting foot wears
Cum raining campaign stubborn heart errs
Don't ask
How well I cope?
Cum Winter's task
Got many mouths to tope
No sweater nor cigarettes warmth
To calm down weather troubling mirth
Not of price
As well though
I might not be precise
Of value current price tow
Cum change commodity caress
Price difficulty hints what economy assess
Meanwhile, street
Doesn't freak my legs
Anywhere my feet greet
Muddy but none ever begs
To walking around its area
Hell most streets in Nigeria
Copyright © Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa | Year Posted 2022
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