MORNING TO BEHOLD
Oh! It's all ended that way
As one in expect dream of counting stars up the sky
For going to bed on an empty stomach hit more
Shadding unhappy nightmare to behold
In hope to see dark away pumping into white as snow
Behold! Rise up to feel the hitter more
As one groan in empty pains of who will bail out?
Feeling tattered has been rhyming lines of hope to home
Leaving behind all lament that drives all roaming in fast
Morning daily bread
Briskly to be bathed
Feeling embarrassed of the bowl's condition
Looking Ella Bella Sorry
Running helter to school
Driving skelter to cages (classes)
Oh! What a complain of pupils dinner
That behold hope for breakfast not in lunch
Frowning at bones of biscuit
To a well water being raised in a bottle of can
Bite and suck to satisfy the noisy friends (tapeworms)
Being carried away seeing friends in table manner
To the cry of bell running in manner for other hours of delay (lecture) in cage
As one in cage to receive the latest news in course
For being caged to manage what the ears has eves drop
And to if one assimilate what it looks like as not news from radio
Oh! It drives all joy away
With affirmation of if not dinner at least breakfast.
Abike's gifted ink 🖊️
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