Jonathan Karanja

Rookie - 65 Points (Nairobi)

Bitter Amusement - Poem by Jonathan Karanja

Yet another cold, gray morning in May,
The ‘boss’, uppish and brutish, didst to me say,
‘Young man I wanna have a word with you’,
Shuffled over to his office, without clue,
Of what he would say, or even accuse,
Behind his swivel chair, didst he insinuate,
That I, would one day on little (ewe) lambs feast,
Outwardly did I grimace and rapidly cogitate,
But inwardly was astonishedly amused to say the least,
How could he, ‘his highness’ the C.E.O. thus insinuate
Albeit falsely and grossly that I am a ‘beast’? !
Me, of all people, will on innocent lambs feast!
As I out of ‘his highness’’ office walked,
My amusement apparently him mocked.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Form: Sonnet

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a sequel to my earlier poem, 'Bull-Fight' Trap, based on personal experiences.

Comments about Bitter Amusement by Jonathan Karanja

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Monday, March 9, 2015

[Report Error]