Under the Poeh-tree
With ant's antics
And moon's magic
My pen must rant
On white and Black's pant
Under the Poeh-tree
When my lines are attained?
Rhymes must be certain
When rhythms are maintained?
Then, am high on caffeine
Under the Poeh-tree
Where airs walk slow
And breezes tiptoe
My thoughts go slow
Along with my blood's flow
Under the Poeh-tree
I'm free of reality
And lost my sanity
Then, I burn my mind
To showcase my kind
Under the Poeh-tree
I need not a 5-alive
To write for fun in fives'
No need of mic
To speak out my mind
Under the Poeh-tree
I can't be lazy
Or go outrightly frenzy
To write something 'flirtingly' silly
Or something miraculously healing
Under the Poeh-tree
For Pen to impregnates
Paper on their first date
My mind must ejaculate
what my heart says.
Under the Poeh-tree
I don't sleep or slumber
Or start watching B' panther
But thrills like a diver
Living down the river.
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oh.....thanks for that.....i will see to that.
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