FOR THE LOVE OF FLOUR
A poet is to be found using rhyme or figure of speech,
But when I behold thee, my mouth canst not figure a speech,
Thou useth not magical powers like that of a witch,
But enemies become friends because thou makest the switch.
Lo, how I long for thee like David longeth after the waters at the well of Bethlehem,
Yea, thou art exceeding most beautiful amongst thy peers,
Even though I find shelter close to Agege and I see refuge besides Shoprite,
Thy bread at hand is worth more than these two in the mega city of Lagos.
Nothing is of greater value than thee being Hot in the Cold of Jos,
Many are revered as Lords but these same calleth thee Boss,
Thou art sweeter in the mouth than the language called French,
Perhaps that is the reason thou oh bread art being called Frentch.
written by: DOSUNMU Adejola Rhapsody
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