There once was a little boy from Trinidad
found barefoot in the Savannah mini-clad.
He started on his quest
in a ripped merino vest
but what adventures that little Trini had!
Written: May 2015
S-un
A-nd
I-ts
R-adiance
H-ave
E-mitted
L-ight
L-etting
E-arly
M-orn
E-njoy
R-ays
I-t
N-icely
O-pens
Topic: Birthday of Sairhelle Merino (May 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Contractual Relations
Coming to work every hazy morn
Does not say my mind is still born!
Nor, when I kowtow and say: Boss
I equate you to He on the Cross!
Monthly pay is neither exchange
Of principles with beliefs strange
Nor being a sloth or being a Fool
Or a Merino farmed for its wool!
Dirty boots walk inside my heart-
Dirty feet inside my cleaner part....
Power of sinews of war, that is; dollar
Cannot abduct liberty by the collar!
I’m not a project marked to earn
Self-actualisation is what I yearn!
JM
17th Oct’ 2013
Fluffy merino
Jumping to and jumping fro….
One two three they go
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