It is hot
Why won’t it be bought?
It is very, very hot,
Why won’t spots be fought to be got?
No matter how insignificant the hot-cake,
The truth remains;
New things challenge the egos of the showy, proud, boastful, wealthy and even the frugal
So, “ampa” it is hot
So surely it will be sold without stress
But let it cool,
Just let it cool,
And we will know it will be a task of war for even the fool
To patronise under the dim moon.
Put the fool on the highest stool,
And his eyes will be clear as it is at noon.
So, now, sell as much as you can,
Before your customers’ hearts run
Mine too was hot
Until it cooled and had no buyers, no one sought it
Until it finally vanished and was forgotten.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)2014.
Mum Cee 