The prompt is not a gift nor a lift

Which it was and I would have floated a drift

 

If it were so, I would spread my wings and move like a fly

Kiss the moon and return to the Earth on a fly

 

The rabbit came cannot arrest the din

Nor was the giraffe tall enough

 

My legs could not see where my eyes had been

Pity, my tongue cannot taste the joy of reading

 

Daniel got the direction to his parent’s church on Church Street

For whatever it is worth

 

Aha, never possible to fly like a fly or kiss the moon

not with a long spoon

 

You do not have to survive

Life is not a 9 to five

 

Dundun dance at the funeral of a chief without legs

Not sure how but it did anyway

 

Loaf left in a bucket of water gets soaked

Like a fish out of water, dead

 

Omo, la ju e

It is a street talk to survival.