CHAPTER ONE – STANZA ONE
And here we are,we are,of course,
Sweet so,as our pleasure shall we enforce.
Our tour around Clifton Bay,
How we watched the sun outshine its ray,
The perfect tree-house in Varessa,
Where Stanley always meet Mutessa.
The juke-box,oh true indeed!
So euphonic,while through gestures we heed.
Grandfather’s favorite station,
By his stuffy bed,do you ever wonder
The poor stereo still poach in its position?
How ever could it elude me!
Secrets stolen across,from his room;Old Ruby,
A name he cherished so above his foes,
By granny’s side,new flowers,before the diligent cock
Like any man who when fulfilled,
When tranquility,he lay beside Ruby’s;
His destiny,as been wheeled.
You couldn’t have stealed to know,
When before us,life’s present,an Odysseus seed to
WRIITEN BY OLAMIDE ADEBAYO