Never meeting its production,
A machine lied cold
Disobeying instruction
And its defiance showed
All productions went in the way
Of other machines which were ready
But this machine had nothing to say
And looked keenly but had nothing to study
Its master got angry
And stopped its oiling
And told all and sundry
About the name it is soiling
So it froze with severe weather
Its regrets unable to see sunlight
It broke into pieces like a milled feather
While its fellows shone bright
Yes, its light shines bright
Yes, its crumbling throws desperation
Yes, its darkness spells doom
But love for the body is a must
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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