Rain Boots
Their sizes alone show an overshoe,
With heavy rains a hunger for them grew.
If I put them on earlier, pours due
But not normal men do; I tell you ‘Few.’
Boots never a wonder, even The New;
In me the sight of them sweet dreams slew,
Yet, if I lost them they more than sighs drew:
On one occasion into a rage flew!
One’s feet in them fears of a mire died,
One ready for a walk as for a ride,
On sticky terrains normal movements tried.
Why would one pause to take Rain Boots as guide?
If you reasoned I was at risk you lied;
From that day no more in you confide,
For resident facing flooding his bride;
In a sense his automobile, his pride.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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