There Are Things You Do Not Sell
There are things you don’t sell
Or else ‘You and The Cell’
Or you for the same sale,
For The Same shall you sell,
Aside waving The Cell
I know An Evil Bell
That tolled The Faintest Knell
But An Ancestral Yell:
As old as Satan’s Hell…
And things you dare to sell
And, soon, you’re The Unwell,
Yesterday, The Quite Well,
Today under a spell:
A metallic god’s pail
Neared not by A Female
And touched not by A Male
And some Mark said to fail
By choosing to it sell
And, just like that, turned pale
And fast began to ail
And the next day fell!
Some things vow to not sell:
I’m including Mum’s Gel
You would waste and won’t tell;
It mustn’t be Heirloom
With all its Hidden Gloom
And hateful Waiting Doom
For The Old and In-Bloom.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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