The Mad Dancer Poem by Tony Adah

The Mad Dancer



Her mother-in-law sits on a broomstick
With her red eye
Good wives they say
Are hard to come by
And she dances mad!
A rhythm played by the mother-in-law
Madness she said is inflicted by
The bite of a millipede
Whereby the bathwater of mother-in-law
Is the cure
And Amuonye'ye promises to dance
To the joy of her spectator
Who gives the rhythms unend.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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