Trap
Trap
Do you think this is an intelligent trap?
No! This is ignoble with its reek of crap.
He’s a man of substance, stature and gait
Who can’t be lured by such cheap bait.
God bestowed him with a rich reward:
His foes hoist self on their own petard!
He’ll not move, he’ll time on end linger
Till with anxiety the trap pulls off finger.
When time moves his foe will not wait
Or until bait becomes unattractive bait
He’ll make him hope but all for naught
Till to Nothing retires the stupid thought.
To good use let’s our time do bestow
With love, to watch our gardens grow!
JM
28th December 2013
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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