EARS OF FOOLISHNESS STANDS

Your oration of war abeyance

Reduces no annoyance

I won’t be used as your lance

To ride pretty horses as you dance

To the tune of their rhythm while keeping your balance

 

There’s been the wasted chance

That makes me look askance

At your words whose flaws are enhance’

Nothing will suffice, publishing banns

Or capturing me on a yacht to France

 

You can organize a séance

To call my mother to being, it will add not an ounce

Of weight but will force me to you renounce

No need to your shame announce

These ears cannot hear these sounds

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014