Loyalty For Sheila - Poem by Otido Omukuba
The little thing
Makes her worth
A little more
Than all the spin – all the wobble – and all the topple
That spins wobbles and Topples
Pours out, reeks
And hmm there seems
To be nothing to it –
Save the stink.
Such a little thing I could not see
Pales away like the distance
And what a big thing it’s come to be!
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