Aplenty Prints And Sonnet(S) Iii Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Onto a litmus paper, hopefully
I gently blot down transforming printings
Verily be read with wit, carefully
On a round-table for great witty kings.

Colourful words red as blood, blue as sky
Read high 'bove the head to the brain to sink
On the medulla it cushion and lie;
Here I go applauding my haywire ink.

If kings should find it difficult and rare
And should ask for a wittier sage than I,
If such sage finds it hard to phant'm and bare
My deep wittier prints; will I be held high?

Why ask? I'll leave that question anoth'r day,
My task- -Is to scribe aplenty all th' way!