JOKERS IN REFINEMENT

So she wore a high moke

And held a nice smoke

Spotting a bow tie

Pretending not to lie

Until the smoke caught her hair

Oh the shouts: I am a rat! I am a rat!

Not a human, please see me not on your plates

Call for the fire service!

So she put on a lipstick

And held a tooth pick

Holding a big hand bag

In a suit spotting a swag

Until her head was pushed into her bag

Oh the screams: I am a bat

Please see me not hoarding your soups

Help bring daylight!

III

So he wore a macho which attracted the fairs

And shaved off his all hairs

Wearing a spectacle

Dressed like a nice oracle

Until a hunter shot a gun

He jumped and held a branch

Shouting: “I am a monkey

Please hold the hunter”

Poor pretenders

Putting on shows of thunders

Which strike and shake their unders

Really hurt, falling asunder

Tags #AFRICAN WRITERS, POETRY., PRETENDERS

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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