The Night Soil Man 2
Adorned with militant mask like buglar,
Wicked Pail, flying broom and magic parker,
His fully fitted filthy working tools,
Attacking shadow falls on full to the brim bin,
While some bounty dropplets swiftly swept and packed,
And turned all the tall bin in his yawning pail,
Atlas, cursed by Zeus to carry the world up a steep
hill,
Heaved without a yelp the heavy evacuation on top,
And the dark wizard stole away into the darkness.
Copyright © Afolabi Taiwo | Year Posted 2011
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