Unlucky Evangelist
His self-perception as master
Has stuck like a sticky plaster
Just like Reggae to the Raster
And prized spaghetti to Pasta …
Now, ahead of our church pastor
In spreading our Christ like Castor
His knowledge of Theology Vast
His reaching of Bible Verse fast …
To many An Overlooked Star,
Because eyes do not grab The Far;
Hence, it’s been an obscurity
And a shaky security
Only in crazy dreams handshakes
With Mr. President or snakes …
True then, An Unlucky Champion
Though served Great Meals in a luncheon.
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