Lustful Love? Poem by Al Ameen Shuaib Assayouty Ologele

Solitary reaper
Is a thousand mile at bay
From my hut,
The huntmen has left
Without the pumpkins of yesterday's
Hunt,
The legend is gone,
Not a letter do we know
Of his name,
As the town crier beat
His tool,
To all see he's deaf.

I thought of pleasure it
Could bring,
So i dive in her pool,
I thought of knowledge it
Could bring,
So I'm sucking in her wisdom,
I thought of hearty it
Could be,
So I'm sucked in her love,
Nothing so far,
You made my look a luser.

Savages of all day,
It could be my for days,
Don't be mistrust
Of being trust,
Without trust, the
World is vain,
Take your pumpkin
And give us your name,
And next time,
Send an able crier