Buhari: A Song Of Praise Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Thou has been our saviour,
Though we've been bewitched by different savours.
That emanates from thy armpits,
Pulling along with it, our infamous wits.
The product of your skilfulness,
Has stirred in us readiness.
To war against food-stupor,
Even if indirectly we're tasked by the law.
Like the yellow sherbet ball,
That gives untamed attention to the winter's call.
The seat on which you abode,
Bear to us variant valuables we can't afford.
And the ignominous status of your delivery,
Heartily give our thoughts laundry.
Many say 'You ways aren't settled',
Never mind: The scorching of the fire is severe for the kettle.
They often remonstrate of your health,
But they know not that it brings death to our dearth.
Sa wo! , iwo erin sa ni wo tin fon,
Keep playing till their is no chance for fun.
C.2017