Am leaving, leaving for the shore
To a place with greener pasture
Am gonna be there till rapture
Till every ball of dignity punctures
We took the convent alongside the oat
Feeding us with stale bread and sick oats
Everything lies between the wools
Bitter taste of human blood
Come! They tell the tales in our wood
Under the moonshine sited on a log - wood
"The trouble we bring on ourselves "
"Are the hardest to bear"
In shame and tears our griefwe bore
With thick pipes, our holes they bore
Drilling so hard we fall over the edge.
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Thanks for Reading.
#upvote#comment#resteem.
Thanks to @camzy for my cartoon.
Nice rhymes...
Thank you
Take me along dear
Oh, you cant come with me
Poetic Artistry
Thanks
Nice
Thanks
Wow... How I wish I could write poetry...
Oh! You can. Just try.
Nice cartoon picture. It looks like a first lady we know of. Wink.
Smiles, thanks
You are my colleague because I am a geologist. Your poet is nice but I must ask how do you want to combine poet with geophysics.
Lolss
Well have been able to manage both alongside taloring😜😍
Nice one girl keep it up
Thanks dad!
Nice one. But I no like that smoke wey block my view for the pic
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Smiles, thanks