Potboiler Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Lost in the jungle
One little monkey finding his rundle
Sick sticks' barks weakly chipping
Woods' dead leaves sadly dropping
Beneath an igi iyeye's crests
Canopied by some quails' nests
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There dug a green old still lake
Can't tell if therein lived a single hake
No legs of man has his way found
Or set eyes on its shapeless bound
Restful shadows all over creeping
Strange two fearful footsteps squashing
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Coldness, silences and evil's blind dours
The featherless squirming on their fours
Countless ghosts missing their graves
Grey smokes puffing from empty caves
Heavy black plovers' monstrous cawing
Rotten skeletons of an anaconda lying
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Hollowy well with algae covering about
A thick polluted fecal smelling out
That a jungle wanderer ushered me home
it's a lie, touch me I'm reading out a tome
I was lost and sought for days or more
Lost like you too on these lines, pore
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This jungle wanderer is just a hunter
And this poem too is just a potboiler.
•TOBY MOSES