| The Goats' Invasion
The alarm shouted on my ear
The day is six thirty a.m young so is the air
I prostrate twice and pray
To God to make me a predator and not a prey
I dust the house and mob the floor
Wash the plates as there is no flaw
I fed the poultry and allow them to reign
Spread the grains as there is no rain
I fetch petrol and ten buckets of water
Wash the car as I leave the warming till later
My mum cooks beans and hot corn-pap
It encourages me as it makes me clap
I am told to direct and deliver a message orally
I am so tired as I got it aurally
I ran madly and I conveyed it to the Wright
His dog gave me a chase as the message was not right
I walk home gently and I aim not to blunder
I think I am dead as I thought of naught save hunger
Without feeding back I took my brush and my bath
Half naked I dashed to the kitchen as I have damned the earth
As my mouth watered hunger was my mood
But Lo! The Goats ate my food.
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