Sonnet Viii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

A competition had been summoned by two guests,
Who for their wittious wits first,
And second the rate of their diversities,
To worth-weigh whether who wins the city.
And then a competition was stayed,
And their wits were led astray:
The wave of the sea had said he can sing,
But the wind say to her 'Thy voice will to you be a sting! '.
And that vexed the wave of the sea,
That her Anger strangled her till was liberated by the sea.
And so did the wave sang then the wind her turn.
Both exchanging notes, modulating and riffing on.
Till the sweetest hymn was perceived from beyond,
And the pair, in shame, hide their glottis and of their folly mourned.
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