Sonnet Xxvii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

A sage seating down a littun,
Taking his position opposite the lad in turn.
He'd alot of meal in the cooler,
And all expected of the lad is to proffer an answer.

Thus did he commenced in the task:
Of pouring words out of his glottis flask.
Touching the wings of heaven-forbid nightingales,
Speaking of the bright light as if pale.

The animates were not excluded:
The lion, lamb and cheetah included.
Their folly and strenght he'd told the boy,
Till wits to the boy coiled.

And so, done of the tale for the day,
Wisdom left the lad and made for his way.
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