I took a walk down the street,
I felt a mere sphere of heat,
Concerning the unfriendly tone of the sun,
Which wanted to makes of a coward-son.
On it I wrinkled my nose to heatness,
Where the run slapped my cheek with hotness,
On it I covered my side cheek,
In prevention of my blood leak.
Its hotness I couldn't endure,
When its atmosphere is not sure,
Its mood I couldn't explained,
When the eggs has been layed.
There I ushered for natural umbrella,
Which turns my mile to miler,
There I seek a tree-shade,
To cool my body with air-mild.
The breeze fled to my body system,
I opened my mouth to consume its air system,
I frowned my face with anger,
As if I was feeling hunger.
How I wish the sun should suppress in time,
For me to reach my destination in time,
How I wish the sun should reduce its fire,
In order to praise the messaih.
Whao! It suppressed unexpectedly,
It vacated its hotness with wind suddenly,
Perhaps it wanted to turn to rain,
I speedily ran to my abode to reign.
ADENRELE ADEBAYO OLUSEGUN
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HOTNESS OF THE SUNI took a walk down the street, I felt a mere sphere of heat, Concerning the unfriendly tone of the sun, Which wanted to makes of a coward-son. On it I wrinkled my nose to heatness, Where the run slapped my cheek with hotness, On it I covered my side cheek, In prevention of my blood leak. Its hotness I couldn't endure, When its atmosphere is not sure, Its mood I couldn't explained, When the eggs has been layed. There I ushered for natural umbrella, Which turns my mile to miler, There I seek a tree-shade, To cool my body with air-mild. The breeze fled to my body system, I opened my mouth to consume its air system, I frowned my face with anger, As if I was feeling hunger. How I wish the sun should suppress in time, For me to reach my destination in time, How I wish the sun should reduce its fire, In order to praise the messaih. Whao! It suppressed unexpectedly, It vacated its hotness with wind suddenly, Perhaps it wanted to turn to rain, I speedil...  |