That Loud Bell Poem by Aiyudubie Charles

Jingle jingle that loud bell
how i wonder what's your fare
hung aboue the walls up there
like a ballon from the stairs.

When the hectic week is gone
and nothing seems left undone
then you blow out turn in turn
jingle jingle all sunday's morn.

From the height of church you come
singing through our ear's drum
for you never gets distort
till the church is filled by all.

As your loud and striking horn
wakes the people from snores
though i know not what's your fare
jingle jingle that loud bell.