The Glib Word Of A Poet. Poem by Tony Adah

I am a gleeful poet
Who sings sonorous songs
And get a spank for them
I sing at dawn and I sing at dusk
The cock never crows
Without a glib word from my mouth
At least so they say
And I claim it
For history to store
I have no sombrero
To shield me from this sun
For the hat itself is the reason
Why Sarcastic swipes descend
Upon my head like hailstones
On the head of Eskimos
I am inured
And my hackles
Will never rise.