Sit,
Stand,
These done every sunrise and its set.
Jug,
Run,
These we do lest we get whipped.
Jump,
Press up! Down!
These are our breakfast, less lunch and dinner.
And after all,
We'll be given tanks to steer,
Together with the wicked sticks that fires.
At the warfront we play,
Perturbation we keep as the red waters gush,
And after all firing;
Survivals will be ranked,
Many stars will be flanked,
And merriment, no lie will ensue.
©Udekwe Chikadibia J. J.
*Jeomen*
Cross before a crown.
®25/1/2017