A Love's Tale Iii. I Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

(A Bursary)

Fellow 1:
You don't see you push me?

Fellow 2:
Who cares? Do you know me?

Fellow 1:
To hell with you an your reputations:
Seasoned disabilities in probations.

Fellow 2:
Oh... By heaven, my palm shall dress your cheeks,
And sent packing, those un-gumed teeths.

Nathaniel:
Enough dudes, would you exchange fist here?
When pleasantries still lurks, with shelter out there.

Chaffy:
Convert your receipt and get on with life,
Covert your wits and dwell in strife.

Fellow 1:
Next person is called upon, go thou sluggard!

Fellow 2:
Amoeba: Shapeless, moistured and haggard.

(Fellows moved closer)

Chaffy:
Divers hymns does life have to sing.

Nathaniel:
Chick, I'll love to have a junk, that my heart did cling.

(Nathaniel leaves) .