My Tailor Poem by Sandra Chioma Nkamigbo

You thread, you sew
The way you move your little toes
Striking, swinging on the go,
Almost as if you were using a bow
Smiling sincerely, always making a show
You obviously have no foe
Maybe I'll start calling you joe,
What does that mean again? i don't know
In fact, the perfect name is momo
It sounds like that of a baby, no woe
If I give you a gift, perhaps a hoe
I don't think that would do, no
It is way pretty low
For someone as innocent as a doe
It's funny the way you act a times though
But you've scored a lot of goals
That I start to look up to you, My Tailor