Yours Steaming Too? Poem by Haruna Garba

Never mind the baby, said the mom
To a cheat utilizing her husband's off

He is still finding his mischievous tongue
And while dinner is being served
Let me dish it out first thing
But just when the trio were about to begin
The husband's approach was heard

The cheat with steaming dish went under bed
With its sheet giving him a cover good

She with a steaming dish
The baby with one
That was how he found the room
The husband when he broke in

And when he had settled himself
A steaming dish was put before him
And a new trio in silence went ahead to dine
Only for the silence to be broken by the kid
Here were his words:
Mine is shhteaming
Mom's is shhteaming
And pop's is shhteaming

Pop beneath the bed
Is yours shhteaming too?

Up went the bed towards the roof
And upturned it descended
The room turned to a mess