Three friends met to play
But none had anything to say
Toothpick suddenly begun complaining
That his work always leaves him nauseating
Toothbrush told him to stop the whining
As that is his itinerary every morning and evening
Cotton wool cleared his throat
And asked if their suffering exceeded his
Toilet roll who was passing and overheard
Said, in each of their shoes, it’ll always have a great day
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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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