Pestle and mortar stay afar
Until cassava and yam are well boiled
They always meet to melt their guests
To create a version smooth to savour
II
The pestle will be foolish to hit it empty
As that will call for their untimely bursts
But here I hear tears of fears
Of the blasts of mortars and pestles
III
Why do they so behave?
Like they know no duties of pounding
When the creator did tutor by default
And gave such wisdom as to its good and bad
IV
Epeee epaaa
Pom pom pom
Pound away
But be prepared to be slayed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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