Wish I was a billionaire

RABBIT 🐇 ON THE PULPIT

PART 57 “ Wish I was a billionaire “

They say morning rains are music
To the ears of the rich and wealthy,
As the poor stampede over landslides,
Sliding further In their 🛌 beds,
Fearing to take on the tide,
The rich take on the sail,
Enjoying the storm,
Cutting through and through,
Mountains of heavy waves 🌊
Waving goodbyes to misery..
 
Life is like a wave,
You either enjoy or succumb to the tide,
For that is your singular choice ..
To be or not to be, is the question..
In this puzzling equation..
 
I once dreamed of playing golf in the rains,
In the middle of African Safari,
In the woody wilderness,
Oh my goodness,
With that chosen queen ,
In white tunic Italian dress 👗,
Holding and kissing,
As the horse 🐎 stand-by with chariots
Watching and waiting..
 
Then the white linen succumb,
To the rains, and stick wet,
To our bodies and souls..
Yes in the middle of African Safari…
As animals like Kobs,
Peep 👀 and keep at bay…
 
There are no bears in the African wild..
So so wild,
As hyenas ululate,
The Lions have plenty,
And need none of the bounty..
Well, like playing golf in the rain,
In the middle of African Safari…
 
Again Like Kafiti
The Village Wag..
 
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