Once there was a farmer
Who saw no danger in karma
He dug and hit with hammer
The gold for all to murmur
Owners started to murmur
Oh, there were some members in Burma
They came, caught and took the hammer
And he begun to stammer
“Errrm, errm, errm, mama!
Please spare my little spanner
And I’ll profess being the scammer
And will never repeat this to worry my mama”
But what stood up by itself was the hammer
Who got itself a nail and a fellow hammer
And hit to soften, and dug the digger
So the farmer became the farmed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
2 replies on “DIGGING THE DIGGER”
Thank you the Great Villagethinker.
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You’ve proven your rhyming dexterity in this piece again.
Still the #VirginRhymerEmpressC
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