It’s a taboo and abominable,
When an Owl hoots at night,
Near your homestead, instead,
But even worse, during day..
Even those with minor fevers,
May begin to walk,
Pretending they are okey,
Like Okello…
Today, while at the mall,
I saw someone nga yemoola..
That her name was Molar,
For she held a Motorola,
Now and again nga yetolola,
Revealing her contours,
But short of the average tourists…
Then I took a limp to the loos,
Yes after the grasshopper fiasco,
The night before,
Where upon, I downed two or so mugs,
Every push, a qualified stitch!
With hot pepper,
It ended up in tear!
ON THE PULPIT