Korede Abiodun

A Comedy: Alimi The Undead - Poem by Korede Abiodun

He was poor - he wasn't pitied
He was wise - he couldn't hit it
He steals yet couldn't cut
So he wonder how cursed he was
He pastored and prophesied
'Hajahuhu! , 'Hai'! 'Jah' eli kai'
Vibrated, rev'd and worshipped
Exposed, couldn't fair more or less
A better Mohammedan
'Allah, halal, 'wuuuuarkk' 'sheitan''
He settled for rat poison
Dead for three minute, stooped three days
That's what he get for buyin' the fake
He tied rope around his waist
Couldn't stand the discomfort about nape
He realised he almost missed the air when
He looked down from the bridge, jumped but then
The fishermen didn't let him be!
He frowned, looked around, anger bound
Shot them his ugliest faces with hiss
'Ha! ' He cursed the gods for all his happening
Wondered if he'd made the A list
Poor Alimi (the undead)

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This was inspired from a late comedian Gbenga Adeboye (Alimi Kogbodoku)

Comments about A Comedy: Alimi The Undead by Korede Abiodun

  • Soulful HeartSoulful Heart (7/13/2013 12:48:00 PM)

    Reminds me a story....a street man wants to go to jail so that he can get regular free meals. Each time he comits petty crimes he is saved by some kind heart. One day he meets a priest who makes him realise d gift life. So man decides to lead a hardworking honest life. Next day he gets arrested for somebody else' crime (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 28, 2013

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