Cry Uncle Poem by ademola oluwabusayo

cry uncle
Have cry uncle of your love
I could told uncle tom cobley and all
The high pocket of men have defeat me
You told me am under age
Who could cure my soul that perish
I could wore khaki all days becox of you
Have suffer alot lady before of your love
Richman have cry uncle into my life
Lady pls be quick of the uptake
I could fight because of you
Warrior without not weapon
I could fight with my mouth
Rich young men have let me cry uncle over my love