Boo-Boo In Basey's Bowel Poem by Muideen Lanre Dauda

There he sat with folded arm
Hum hum with his bolted mouth
All lucks deserted his farm
For all he knew, was to fail his math

Though he came from privilege hut
So he married pride as bride
Never he knew who elder was Basat
Nor he knew whom was octogenarian Maid

One day strayed he was
Into the backyard of Atlantis
Where he lost his ways and compass
He sought the helps of all passers-by
They all nodded and said him no bye

As everyone was his fate-mate
Even sometimes his late twenty 's
Older than Narian of hundred's
Insolence had blinded his heart
So a king while he lost he slapp'd
Which landed him in jail's trap