So You Have One To Spare Poem by Haruna Garba

At their place of chitchats
A barber said he was born apathetic
Never kept a weapon handy when in bed
And this gave a secret thief among them a clue

Late when the barber was in bed
The thief maneuvered his way
In to the vapid barber's bedroom
But the barber who slept lightly had heard him
Had waited until the thief had his back to him
Opening his noiseless china straight barber's blade
He drew the beaut along the thief's back
And as the blade was opening its furrow, the thief moaned

Oh me! The thief cried out
You had once said that you never kept any weaaa……pon!
I didn't see you sparing any ONnnnnnnnnnE!
And with this he began his bloody escape