Larry’s Cap (Told By My Chuks Onyeche) Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Onyeches are great
Kleptomania Came peaking off an art
A valuable art
From the sands of Ose’gi’
Wish I had ever seen
That Joseph you saw yesterday
Is no more today
Salty rain dropped all day
Silver spoons sowing sands
Furs and bills were all shared to all
All amongst his seeds
So custom says
So many breaths
So many taste to quench
So Larry got a cap
So ugly and old
Africa made, Agbor it stayed
Mere, poor little Larry
A cap which made many frown
A cap gotten from my grandfather
Fighting like a wounded Lion
Larry harden and bent an iron
He Ignored the parrot whistle
He ignored the cricket whistle
“Oooo my son
Larry’s cap which was a frown
Soon became a crown
A striving success in town”.