Ebi Robert

(6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

Nedugo Rainfall


At that hour I be aard-vard,
Smelling the heat off the cover.
I behind conman
sky-ball disappear, no one doofus.

Here bog suffers, no siren.
That Nedugo rivulet full, quiet my wittiness.

But my disdain goes to the conceal
cloud and the retrace wind of
Sosatie-meal.
I leap, I let go.
Pre-time have I seek to glimpse
tealight. Not only kebab sniff,
Nedugo-rainfall ruin my dream.

Thus, I be seer, it would be pleasant
but I be not, inch jeremiad,
and I not inquisitive inroad dead-lips.
Dismal rain that have me in dismay
have me not all, in mine appear,
large a cap above my head.
back in butt, just in an hour.
Sosabie bye – that rain just a threat.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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