Fleeing fleas of flies
Reels peeling off skin
Abeni you wander my heart like curiousity barks thought.
Dancing nates gathered on stool
A little boy has come to fool
them with trickery tales
He buys books,he sells books
They buy books and his looks.
He called a soldier a risk taker
Who foolishly bribes gun with his finger
He hops and hides like a frog
He grunts like an angry lion
But his heart,mild like that of a dove.
He said,every soldier is a cassanova
They hide their johnson's under every ladies skirts.
They moan for mins
And scuff for secs
With their sagged trousers and flunged shirt on their shoulder
While,their jingling belt tells the stories.
The men will scrub,the floor will moan
I wonder why they wont change
They won't learn from mama's sagged breast
They didn't bother,about diapers too.
Mused...2016©