It is a colander
A mere colander
That sieves whatever it is given
And keeps what it cannot pass out
It is mere colander
That queer treasure you’re parading around
Like a peacock
Make no bones about it
Love it, but make no one a victim of no confidence
Structure and moulding may not be equal
But it is no fault of anyone to have a colander that people deem achaic
And unattractive
A colander that tall breaks down easily
A colander, short has a lasting advantage
So make no noise about your youthful assets
Looking down on others without a care
For a colander is a colander
What matters most is its ability to sieve.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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