An Ode To The 'arole' Of The Motioned Toys Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

There he his, running as if he can run,
Whirling away the precious hours of the morn.
Stops her and there as if a wanderer,
For his indecisiveness i did ponder.
I'd thought he'll get on going,
But to utmost dismay, I was only in fallacy glowing.
Diverse negotiators contributing to his flaws;
Asking him out whether or not he'll to them draw.
And there it is, my time out of me.
Who cares? : He continued in his meal.
A greater task awaits me and its tired.
But his pleasantries exchange to folks, had me by lateness hired.

Some Call him 'Agbole': 'The house bus'.
But I rather say he's 'Arole' of the motioned toys.
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