Handover Of The Seasons Poem by Haruna Garba

In October the tenure ends
So here where twin seasons exist
And exist to fight for the throne
They stage their deadly duel

October with rolling paunch
November with hazy eyes
They deal each other terrible blows

October with stunning blows
November with awful clouts
Occasionally each goes to boot
So that when October is done for
The whole arena floods up
And when November goes down
You could lean against the miasma


October with stunning punches
November with awful jabs
Occasionally each goes to the boot
And in their propaganda of war
None would accept defeat back on feet