Silo Full Of Thorns Poem by Haruna Garba

Solomon stored his corn in a silo
White variety of all corns
But Beyond his imagination,
its levels got falling low
as steady from it, he took.
Later, of the stealers he was tipped off-
A leper and a fellow full of verve

So Solomon draining his silo off corn,
he replaced the lot with white thorns
and one moony night,
here came the thieving team
carrying improvised ladder for a climb.

Now listen, whispered the leper lame
You had always done the digging before
Today, it must be my turn to go right in

After being assisted in the climb job,
up at last he stood by the silo's mouth
Here it lies, as white as a bed of salt!
Tip my bottom onto this sweet mattress
And this his companion did for him
And there was he bedding on thorns

oh! I'm-done-for,
he wheezed
I am going to scream, the leper moaned
Please don't, whispered the accessory