MY PAIN
You hurt me a lotWith the word from your pot
Poured hot
Without thought
For the dot
In the plot
Which you got
That I fought
With Mr. Lot
On the court
Beside the hurt
Even when you know that Mr. Lot
Is a hard nut
And he gave the first shot
That wrought the short
Poetry by Okuola Paul Abiola
Read 725 times
Written on 2012-05-25 at 15:07
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
