![]() MASTER IRON SKYA Poem by Akinlolu![]() Call it a farce if you like. It's subject to individual interpretation. I made it up just to have fun.![]()
Here comes that guru
who is also the master of wushu. We used to think he's a Jap, now we know his country is off the map. They tried bribing him with tons of money. All he really wants is an ocean of honey. In NYC, they tried treating him like garbage. He was just a JJC; in town without a baggage. The cops handled him like a convict, but he was a genius dressed like a rustic. Can you believe he's not married at seventy? Keeps harping the virtues of virginity. The man is unbelievably arcane; knocks off flying bullets with a mere cane. He writes his secrets on sheets of papyrus; we never knew he’s richer than Croesus. His pendant is a diamond that glitters and sparkles. He's got a penchant for riddles like he's an Oracle. His hobby is beyond Origami; but he harbours a phobia for matrimony. Sleeps on a bed made of Iroko. His best friends are pure bred Iroquois. We called him Master Iron Sky. You may not understand why he’s sly. Though he’s shorter than a Hobbit, you’re at risk if you treat him like a rabbit. Rides a beast that smells like ammonia and hates the country called Romania. Decorates his clothes with waxed crocus. Africa has suddenly become his locus. © 2023 AkinloluAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 28, 2023 Last Updated on May 28, 2023 Author![]() AkinloluLagos, South west Nigeria, NigeriaAboutAkinlolu will not consider himself the best of writers until he becomes a hundred years old. In the meantime he strives towards becoming the best by continually writing poetic descriptions and critici.. more..Writing
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