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