SILVER JUBILEE
(Dedicated to Denja Abdulahi, for his statement about me during Bayelsa ANA Convention, 2006)
The scribe said I am quarrelsome
But I thank God I am not troublesome
Yet I am logically meddlesome
Any dust I raise any season
Is positively woven with mountains of moral reason
I will stir again and again the Hornet nest
If it will cataclysmically birth ANA's best
I will romance in countless molecules of joy
With only trees which never wholly pocket ANA's toys
I will spring like angels in trance
With those who pinch a little but gives ANA a chance
For I am almost drowned by the swan song
At every Convention accompanied with a gong
"ANA is totally broke"
But the dude in Canada is with ANA's goodies soaked
Oh! I will quarrel, I will quarrel, and quarrel
In likeness of a bout between a snake and a squirrel
With whomever executively put ANA's purse in melancholy
And sucks her blood to open doors to Canadian harmony
If anyone wants to be in/at peace with me
You must be honest and we shall never quarrelling be...
You must be honest and we shall never quarrelling be...
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