I wouldn’t consider this as drawing
My kids saw it and called it mauling
That at-all didn’t make me bawling
Instead I thought of sprawling
Nowadays when I hear people too close to my fence talking
I simply give out a loud number of coughing
And helter-skelter they go running
To avoid being caught in the cross-fire
As I ain’t good at drawing
I could be alright at writing
If we care and think for a moment, we can see that
Everyone is good at something.
Chuck Ibezimako © April 2020
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