Precious Poem by ademola oluwabusayo

(precious} and the little home materials
You could feel her present
You could feel her absent
Whenever she move out
Whenever she visit the market,
They could easily know her
Little precious is now back home
The cotton could feel her present
The chair normally feel uncomfortable
The stew inside comboard is in problem
Sowing machine could be happy ironically
The plate inside the basket her into something
The rug could cry and cry and cry aloud
Our neigbour could be enjoying
Little precious is home
The landlady could sleep and awake
Enjoy little of your time when little precious sleep
You could feel it in your body
The air could knowns
My little precious with her problem
Little precious and house material