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Jj Olaniyan Poem
Advice to all Bus Drivers
So long as those wheels roll round and round,
You must keep those kids safe and sound.
When turning a corner on any day,
You must always remember the right of way.
And most importantly, don’t be rash,
Under no circumstance must you ever crash!
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Jj Olaniyan Poem
The World Under my Room
In my room I sat bored one faithful day,
My brothers and sisters didn't want to play.
With a rusty old shovel, I concocted a plan.
So to its location I excitedly ran.
I picked it up and dug and dug,
My bottle of water went glug glug glug!
Eventually I hit some wood.
And broke it to see what was under the hood.
I fell through the roof onto a hostile floor.
Then a figure said, 'Okay are your?'
His language, truly, was hard to master.
But I was learning it faster and faster.
Then he took one good look at my trusty shovel,
And all of a sudden, started to grovel.
I was confused as he called his kin.
I saw creatures both fat and thin.
Then an old looking one came with a strange book.
Then he gave me a commanding look.
I read through the lines and found a cause to sing.
For whosoever had the shovel was destined to be king.
They gave me a crown, and a place to stay.
Then presented me with a ruby tray.
On it was a scepter, riddled with gems.
I'm sure jewels there grow on stems.
But I couldn't accept, I had a life above.
I wanted to fly away like a liberated dove.
I tried to scramble up from where I came.
But I had accumulated to much fame.
The wise one said if I was to go,
They had gifts and sights to give and to show.
I was whisked away to a great land,
But straying off the path was promptly banned.
To a smith I was taken to.
He repaired lamps, shovels and even shoes.
He took the shovel and fixed it good.
The reason I never really understood.
The old shovel was old no more.
And I climbed right through dirt galore.
I found myself back in my room,
Surrounded by new shovel fumes.
What a day, full of joy and gloom,
In the world I found under my room.
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Woe is me
I weep for hours.
My eyes are dried and barren.
Torture, my best friend
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The Ever-Burning Flame
In my heart there is a fire.
It can never be put out.
Through rain or snow
Its light will glow.
This is without a doubt.
When I need support.
I go to my internal fort.
Whether warmth or heat,
It's on repeat.
I am the happy-go-lucky sort.
Thought my heart does not burn.
In fact, for the flame, it yearns.
When it flickers,
And lightly snickers.
My heart gets so stern.
So I wrote about this flame.
Confidence, its name.
So through trial and war
I'll always have more
And it'll always be the same.
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A Natural Ninette
Fun,
Such joy.
Do employ.
It brings rewards.
Smiles are so priceless,
Yet they are free.
A great deal.
It pays.
Fact.
Copyright © Jj Olaniyan | Year Posted 2023
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