Saturday, May 6, 2017


By opeyemi oreagba


On Monday came the storm
Dark clouds began to form
Every person had roam
For raindrops just like foam

On soils which were loam
Finally flushed out the dome
Having a structure like comb
Brighter days i'm home
Granny mentioned a moan
You're not at all immune
Watch your stepping stone
Neglect and break a bone
That cannot be atoned
Forewarned or be alone
Same thing happened to racoon
Niddles bursting baloons
Sometime in June.

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