I HAVE A DATE
I have a date,
with the Shylock.
I am raring to trade,
all my valuables.
That cost me,
an arm and a leg.
For peanuts,
with which to bribe.
The landlord,
not to vacate me.
From his minuscule,
colossal castle.
A cloth in one hand,
and soap water in the other.
These gems of mine,
have got to shine.
For Shylock is,
too particular.
Even,
rather peculiar.
All has to be right,
lest in the cold I sleep tonight!
LiterarySpaceAfricaIan Munywe©
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I would like to translate this poem
A well texted and nicely thought-out poem. Brave outcry set aside for sober reflection. Highly relatable. Thanks for for sharing Ian.