Can Of Worms Poem by Haruna Garba

Quite serenely the hunt goes
children at the mothers heel
till such a time the feed is found
when the forestaller does chicken out.
That is the way the chicken feed-
Chaos during the dining chores

Serenely rest regurgitating goats
mannerly Bishops' faces all around
till such a time the feed is tossed
when uproar spreads about
Such is the table manner of goats-
Chaos during the dining chores

No feed, no chaos
and there must be some feed
Oil!
That is what you are
Acquisition crisis,
chaos as you die your pipe death
In such a pit you lodge
with true color, a can of worms