Come over, Beloved
Let’s kill one stone
With two birds
And count the missing molars in the mouth of the moon
Let us tell the story
From the little one’s angle
And show the world
The ant in every giant
Ask how many feet of a jumper’s effort
Will total up to an Olympic feat
Or does it really make a difference
When a blackmail becomes a blackfemail?
Did avarice derive its name
From too much rice
Some school prefects prefer to be table-heads
While others would rather be head-tables
A six-year old schoolboy declares
“Mrs Ajeleti is my favourite mistress”
But his street-wise father knows his little boy
Is far too young for that ambitious affair
Ever so fascinating,
The words which we commit
And the ones which
End up committing us
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*Word game
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