Letting Off Steam Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

In times of yore, then in the days of our teens,
Owned a friend who, an okapi, named Bala Fanz.
Oft disappearing with all sorts of oily girls in jeans;
I was not of same endowment, courage, but fancy.
So, oft I wait on end to share his secrets in trade;
But he was so minimal so wearisome with his tales.

Tales he told in gasps, beguilingly but frustratingly very;
Short dose and measures; pasted dreamily in verses;
Habitually of six or sometimes worse; four at a time.
O, such denying egotist! Wanted to bring roof on him,
So another day not able to clasp it, I let go, full blast;
BAWLED; TELL ME MORE, ALL OF IT, AAHH, BAL…..LARD