OLUWAJIMI . J . THORPE

To a coy mister Here's a coy mister. Shutting eyes to all sinister. Here's a coy mister Adjourning love fi esta. Here's a coy mister Loving to blister. Here's a coy mister Caring is a glister. Here's a coy mister Engrossed with timeless si esta. ....that dope eyes Would be eaten by lice. That covert fiesta Would become yester. That blister Would soon dister. That glister Would make him a lister That timeless siesta Would make him a eternal mister. © Apeketheblackbard

We wasted days and wished, Like princely kin to be, Yet when the day is dawn, And work is brought to us, We flinch and walk away. We wasted years and wished, That when we grew we'd reach, Heights to have been built, In perished years of youth, Then curse and cuss at life, For being quite unfair. The day is young for you, To make up for wasted years, For only while the sun shines, Would the hay be made ready, Lest wail you in turmoil, When the need shall arise. @4tuneHills ©2018