The Write Thing Poem by olayinka samson aremu

Now comes the time when I no longer speak- nothing
But my blue blooded vessel makes the speech
I'm not faulty, its the write thing
Now comes the time when my programmed Homing Pigeon no more function
Hard it may be
But its the blue blooded vessel that gave me unction
I may be called but refuse to dine
I just don't have appetite
The blue blooded vessel had put the 'write' food on my canine
Now comes the time I'm thirsty
But need not water
The blue blooded vessel produces plenty
Now comes write communication with FAEO
My right hand master
And OLA WRITES my coach behind the scene
The blue blooded vessel made me feel I'm a hero
Now I know the 'write' deal is the 'write' thing
All my might I am investing
Gripping the vessel with my thumb and supporting it with the next finger
I'm emerging a flying writter