New Year's Revelation Poem by Wolf the poet

Morning's fine with the melodies of a singing bird
It's a pleasant day
The day being so warm and so gay
The morning sun blazing its ray

The ray so warm you may think its already May
The Ghanaian Hens pointing their beaks as they lay
Because we all came from the sea bed clay

You can see folks smiling
They New year giving them hope
They're in the latest fashion making them dope
The New year's air so fresh
The morning breeze refreshening our mind
And repleneshing our thoughts


The year is very virgin
We are just at its margin
We should set up various goals and objesctives
Which should be the guiding principle
As we aspire to inspire them souls
Before we perish and expire


I'm about to pen down my bleeding pen
But before i do that, i will relax let out a sigh
A sigh of relief which makes my belief questionable
But my head always held high
My well being is never shy
I am the wolf and not a cursed oaf