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 

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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