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.


By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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