Funny Street Singers Poem by Haruna Garba
Funny Street Singers
Rating: ★5.0
Sure, market drummer?
My words, co-drummer!
Beggars they think we are
Wherefore their prayers?
Said it is that we beat small drums
I wish big ones are padded sand
And we must all enter some race
Of all that father does to the son
This miniature does them for me
And those who deride our job
They look carriers of frond loads
Typical sane acting the insane
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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7/30/2025 6:34:50 PM # 1.0.0
Been yourself and enjoy what you like doing. Beautiful....10.