In a bid to improve
To get my skill approved
I thought of a subject
A subject of thought it became
In mouth it words I chewed
Over it I mulled
But!
A meaning to liberty
Was all I mused
Freedom freely freed
Slavery slainly slain
Fellows feeling fly
Gaiety gladly glows
Hmm!
Liberty indeed that is,
But, pondering I musn't cease
"Back on!" My cap ideas to receive
Boom! A new hint she gives;
As I beheld,
Sailors sailing swiftly swift
Swiftly swing for sweety sleep
Housed in house for forty eight hours
But Gulliver has got gut non-stop he goes.
BY
DAMILOLA
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