Two Gentlemen Poem by Bello Hamisu Ida

One two three four tomes
In the table we play a game

On the chair we drank an ink
We drive on the ship of Noah-ark

We listen, we writes, its joke we fun
Our class is huge, my mind run

The rain in the class, the rain of knowledge
The rain falling from the cloud, I judge

The gentleman in our class is calm
His raining mouth is a treasure of balm

Five six seven, eight gentles in tomes
Their laughter, in the car they play a game