Stooge
A choice to die wearing jacket:
Creamy ones he’d paid for packet.
The mad man had bought a racket
After seeing one at the market.
His boss to him like an ice cream,
Poor wages for decades nice dream;
Against his wife filed a law suit,
Because she’d soiled his three-pieced suit
Pursuit of puppetry ample
Guess, thus, why he is their first stooge.
One could this link with his being huge
Like cursed dinosaurs but poor-brained:
Didn’t know last night it had rained…
Thank God I still call him ‘Puppet’
Even as he’d warned me: “Stop it!”
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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