GISTS AND HINTS

We are never a visitor

We know the left to right

Wear the trousers from feets

Hang our togos from head

We are never a novice

We step to the rhythm

When percussion sparks in beats.

Demised goat's skin sounds.

We are never useless

We sing for our joy.

They cry and carry for a post

We are never the sadists

The tune of happiness

In the pattling of prowls.

Nightingale shots up till death

We are never sent them

As a butterfly in the Mallows.

In the garden it's parading

A butterfly lady.

We are never count them

As their teeth to be spincered.

As their hands to be nailed in fencing.

We are never care what

They say what the fits.

Count mouths to be

Sixth and seventh

Say crown fit and unfit.

We are never listen to

Their verbosed songs

The rites of envious GISTS

The war in will of the wailers.

We are never cherried

Their praises, with an hints

In full of soothing limbs.

By Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele

          AKA Somideela