The Fiddless Fiddle Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

To the heads of a family,
To aplace to bring in my muse;
Like wild honey to sweeten your sour.
A licentious behaviour carried in a wagon,
But life a times can be very colourful;
So crown me with flowers and make me very useful.
My head and my feet,
My hands and my muse;
Like a roasted turkey and cranberry sauce.
Life is like that,
It can be beautiful;
That which is well presented is,
One world to many colours.
White-nose eats up the chickens but,
Black-nose plays with them;
But, can an Ethiopian change his skin?
Then, we have to learn from the docile lamb.
Colours to enhance my mind,
Like the multitudes of water from the heavens!
To the head of the families,
A cat is always a cat.
The fiddless fiddle is what i see in this family,
To listen to a war cry like,
A beautiful sheep beside you;
Can the leopard change it's spots?
Life can be very beautiful at times but,
It needs your contributuions too.