THE SEASONED HOST

Palm-wines dance and shine

In fine calabashes as wine

Accentuating foods so fine

Calling on souls to come and dine

In a happy chatty line

The sky is filled with cloud

Cloud turning, diving and proud

Vultures hate the sky’s crowd

And promise to build to shame the cloud

Knowing it is the talk of the cornered proud

III

The cloud laughingly dissipates

Giving way as the sun graduates

And takes nice photos as the breeze appreciates

The buzzing sounds of the flies as the tree kingdom jubilates

By swinging and fanning to circulate

The occasion sits

And nods as fits

Knowing it is the cause of such great wits

And loves that it brings together the bits

Even if it includes dimwits

Chaotic thoughts lie

Thinking to fan the lie

When the season says goodbye

And make peace sigh

And flog happiness to cry

In the mean time

Teeth show their prime

Each voice sounds its rhyme

Each head forgets of crime

Believe it or not those who don’t will regret in time

(I dedicate this poem to all my beautiful readers. Enjoy the season even if it is New Year’s)

By amoafowaa