Why Are You Sad that Your Little Boy Become A Poet Poem by Kolawole Emmanuel

WHY ARE YOU SAD?

Dad, why are you sad
That your little lad
Became a bard?

Dad, why are you moody?
Or are you still angry
That I slept with poetry?

But Dad, haven't you read?
Or have you not heard
What the prophesy said?

Besides, the honeybee
From the poe-tree
Has bitten me.

In fact, all my phalanges
Are infected with the disease
The disease called poetriasis.

So, why are you sad
That your little lad
Became a bard?

Even the late Shakespeare
Did ate the poe-tree pear
And was known every where.

So tell me dad
Why you are sad
That I became a bard.

WRITTEN BY
AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO
KNOWN AS' Kolawole Emmanuel