LIFE AT LIVESTOCK


Packed
like pieces of shoal
Welcomed into the arena ‘school’
Where all things are up, side and down
To
and fro from various locations
Preparing for livestock attentions
With a heart of peaceful coalitions
Sleeping
together with the chicks
Extending warmth from coals
Peace to the sleepless nights
A
mighty pat on our companions
Whose idea of relationship is sucking
Sucking till we start applauding
From
the ever interesting monopoly
To the awesome racks and tiles
Round about the beautiful card game
Howdy!
To the ever faithful
Greetings to the always there
Salutations to the forever late
Respect
to our able vocab master
Blaring high notes of diction
Making all laugh out their wits
My
regards to MR. DISCIPLINE
Forever stoic in expressing instructions
Dynamic in conclusions with a grimace
It’s
always about the farm coat
Late or not doesn’t matter
Either you leave or you put on it
Through
the butterflies in our stomachs
That arises from the statement “I’ve called the mancot”
And our inability to remain organized
Lovely
everyday visits to small ruminants
Or rather the cute pseudo-ruminants
To the ever nose killing wailing pigs
Fetching
now comes with a new look
Pale but smooth with frowns
Especially to group six members
Sweet
scent of grasses
Little big digging it up
The PANICUM maximum of purpose
 
written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com 
 

                                                                                               

TRUE FRIENDSHIP IS RISK,STAKE IT

August 2, 2016

CAN’T MEASURE

August 2, 2016