Staying Home Poem by Felix Bongjoh

The children have been
Running around
Weaving circles in their play,
But they won't stay.

So I toss at them a bean
Made of gold all round
Its corners looking like clay,
But singing is their mainstay.

I flip out a small mouth
Organ, its body full of chrome,
And they rush down south,
A nook under a dome.

They know gems in a bower
Shine brighter than in a tower.
And giggle at my offer,
More gold staying home.