The queue seems endless,
but the people all waited
In the hot scorching sun,
they all stood, burnt
Then came a man tanned,
who wouldn’t wait for his turn
Off he went to the front,
not minding what they thought
They rushed at him in anger,
and poof! he went for cover
Hiding, he stood panting,
then she came to tap him
He was nearly out of his trousers,
‘Madam! What’s the matter?’
‘Sorry, I saw you battered,
and thought I could help with water’
‘Oh yes! water will do’,
he drank and no thank you
She looked at him with scorn,
what a terrible man, so raw.
Submitted by
Okoye C. Augustine - Goso
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