Once I had a pretty cow

Who was tall and liked to show

It acted old

Could not be told

Until it reached it’s teen-hood


It walked looking at heaven

Always counting to seven

When he met the old

It will then be bold

And walk with its shoulders singing


One day it took a swinging

And never heeded listening

It looked right up

Saw not its front

And jammed into standing a pole


Bang, bang, 

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

It crushed so hard, it couldn’t cry

And its nose became a mountain.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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