Chasing The Chase Poem by Chinonso Uche

A man was running in January.
A hen started chasing him in February.
I started chasing that hen in March.
So many hens started chasing me in April.

There was a lot of chasing in May.
The hen stopped chasing the man in June.
I caught the hen in July.
And we started walking in August.

People commended our chase in September.
Every bit of our October is sweet to remember.
Suddenly, the hen started running in November.
And I fell, trying to catch her in December.