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Welcome Worse Than a Trap
Would you on the spot succumb,
When someone told you “Welcome?”
The fine time to act a lamb
One’s closed door hold on its jamb
While the key to it arrives
And door-unlocking strength strives?
A woman I had seen, stopped
And besought by a head cocked
To quaff a bottle of stout
And perfectly look The Scout
She’d seemed to want to be
But couldn’t have from just tea…
And a bottle became Two,
Drinker’s mind divided, too;
Later, climaxed it to five,
Drinker no longer alive!
Copyright ©
Chinedum Ekwobi
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