Clown's Prayer Poem by Haruna Garba

May murrain be a guest
To torture the apathetic hunk
Says the chanter
God forbid bad thing
Says the herald
May mayhem pay visit
To ravage the slothful hunk
Says the chanter
God forbid bad thing
Says the stentor
May epidemics mushroom
To sway about the slothful hunk
Says the chanter
God forbid bad thing
Says the bellman
May pestilence poke nose around
To lash the lethargic laid-back
So prays the chanter

May famine be land's guest
To slim all piteous old ladies
Mothering the indolent hunks
As for me, I stand secured
So says the chanter
And I have nothing to worry about-
taken care of by a lady I play gigolo to