Unplugged sigh startled with psittacine
As it pull the trigger to hornswoggle my navel and bellyaches
As lead detective of my wobbling spineless spine
Meticulously scrutinised dactylogram in the spindle
Left me reëling the fickle and sunny weather butchering my navel,
Nictating,drooping and winking at my dour
Out in a cold out in a thump was all the siesta I ever needed
My hermit as a recluse,revert to be indoor,
To unwind did i lurch in my alcove and heaved a sigh
And the phone rang and lo was dumbfounded
At my guerdon of ramrod and pyrhic victory:
Mr Adebola did you hear something lately in the news?"
"Oh what is that?"
"Prof.wole Soyinka attended Amaechi's birthday.He was around and you haven't inform me and the fate of my missive."
"Hello sir to be frank with prof had read your thoughts as he went through those cannine of submission upon his library desk."
The unsung Poet heaved a sigh and gobsmacked greatest blackamoor had read him.
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