The Goats' Invasion

The alarm shouted on my ear
The day is six thirty a.m young so is the air

I prostrate twiceand pray
To God to make me a predator and not a prey

I dust the house and mob the floor
Wash the plates as there is no flaw

I fed the poultry and allow them to reign
Spread the grains as there is no rain

I fetch petrol and ten buckets of water
Wash the car as i leave the warming till later

My mum cooks beans and ot corn-pap
It encouraged me as it makes me clap

I am told to direct and deliver a message orally
I am so tired as i got it aurally

I run madly and i conveyed it to the Wright
His dog gave me a chase as the message was not right

I walk home gently and i aim not to blunder
I think I am dead as i thought of nought save hunger

Without feeding back i took my brush and my bath
Half naked i dashed to the kitchen as i have damned the earth

As my mouth watereth hunger was my mood
But Lo! the Goats ate my food.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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May 7, 2009 at 5:35 AM
Haba! if i were you, i would sue the erring goats to the Kitchen Court, where they would be sentenced to life imprisonment in the belly, with no option of fine! Great work. Hilarious! greet adeleke for me.
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