Madam Poem by Tony Adah

Every morning
A throaty gong sounds from the kitchen
Amidst the clanging of utensils
There's no house -help
Madam is doing chores alone
The grown up boys will never key in
So every morning a tirade ensues
The dog's tail is between its thighs
And the husband's hydrocoel
Now is a normal scrotum.

Madam talks like she's paid to do so
The house shakes
But the boys are deaf
And sleep if at all it comes
Is the saviour that returns
Calm to the house
She is as round as she tall
From the perks of the kitchen
And she makes sure that
No rat or cockroach picks the crumbs
Even the waste bin is always yawning
And the gas with a blue flame
Is always on.