From the depths of stale
I shall pick a tale
And this is how i tell.
First i met a rock
That was beautifully sculptured
And touched with a glow.
I fell
And it fell
Then i crushed.
Then i met a fox
That was "lambed"
A hoax radiator
An outright ingrate
Root of a narcissist
A trust rapist
Poor me.
i met thunder
Charmingly bright,
A food for sight.
Its company i did seek,
Then She striked a fine bolt
And I got shocked.
What disturbs my peace
Was my not at ease
When my council was sought
By that which i will name not.
Let i cork it there
MWABUNDU SEKESEKE

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