Who Are the Countrified
Who are the countrified?
The too-soon petrified
Who wooden gods deified,
With them identified;
Their ways not modified…
I see The Countrified
In “Norms can’t be defied!”
Who had gin edified,
With kernels satisfied…
Their cherished game slapstick,
After meals fingers lick:
Those who meet the sodden,
When much damp the wooden;
Dew-soaked their monthly shoes,
For which the police ask ‘‘Whose?”
On “Who are countrified”
Please, in me you confide…
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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