My Lover Box Poem by Biodun Tunde

o my lovely box why are you crying of home, cause
home is hell, from difference burg not a tintinnabulation, of the dead soul.
man will have to die this is the end of season.
o! you day, today is a red letter day, i have to dance to the end of the street cause is,
a paranoid of a necropolis, what kind of song am i respect to sing for the day is weeping
has he can feel the agony of the season.