Cowell Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Cowell
Cowell, cow, well, cell, Cole, owe, woe!
But, the moon is still there watching you;
Because, you've gone against the laws of the land.
Your name is Cowell and,
You are being watched by your neighbours;
Our, flour!
And like the Atlantic Wall.
Hour, our!
To meet you as soon as possible;
Because you need help! !
And, by knowing the way to the truth than,
Wasting your time in the land of sin.
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