Ineffable Hosiery Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

Like a stalking hoarse
Have endured shrewd days and night
Like the physician am-poule
Ready on my skin to pour
Skedaddle ignorance leaving of my
Strawberry marks,
Eyen glued on good desideranta
Disabled on the brown Iroko in ars,
And the iron in "G02"
Friends and enemies watching
Possible enticement,
Desperados trammeled up in nets,
And a dangling reputation in their
"Egocentric idiosyncrasy"
And I, a pretty piece of flesh,
Stand aloof to watch a drama
With the ointments of the Apothecary
Within my bowels
Them that see the seals, demand my cause
Of quietness in the world of craze
As I watch the wretch mirth turns to mourn
Marry, adventurer me be,
The route where the delight of the peasantry
Is wept into oblivion
As we advance,
The road becomes deeper and deeper,
The shades of the precipices fall bleaker and bleaker
The clouds gather overhead,
Doleful voices
The way hardly discernible in gloom
The path dreary,
Feet wobbling,
Heart lusting,
Yet, Firm stand I.