Rhyme Crime

The morning dew is a time to start anew. The afternoon breeze is a time to sneeze. The evening sun is a time for fun. And the midnight stars is the time for cars. This is how I wish to dispense, My poem that absolutely makes no sense. I’m just filling my time, With useless words that just rhyme. Like saying “O You People”, You all belong on a steeple. And adding in the word touch, Because what I have to say isn’t much. So, don’t be angry and don’t be mad, For it will make me very, very sad. All I wanted was to bring a little joy, But not like that of Helen of Troy. It would not hurt if you tried the same, Just consider it an effort wasting game. I couldn’t think of a line for the end, So here goes… Herdsmen, Boko Haram, IPOB, MEND.