Adeoye Adetoba

Òjé Màrínà - Poem by Adeoye Adetoba

He told us lurid stories of his exploits
In the jungle. His fights and victories
With the lions, hyenas, cheetahs and tigers,
Yet he bore no scratch.

Of his peregrinations abroad
In search for solutions to our problems,
Yet his only fatigue came from his verbiage.

How daily he denies his belly of food
To force down the miraculous hands from the skies,
Yet three adults and a half
Fits squarely into his body mass.

Our hero grimaced, limping towards us.
He had stepped on a nail,
Going about fighting our cause.
We set him on a lofty seat to tend his feet,
Not a dropp of blood dripped.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 5, 2012

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