The Little Mystery Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

A little boy had accosted his
Teacher right in the classroom. His
Eyes reeling over time and actions-
Exceeding unseen hurtful fractions.

To the teacher, he said stealthily:
'Aunty, What is money'.
The teacher's apples exchange their positions,
Feasting on the boy's compositions.

'Why did you ask', the teacher replied,
Heaving a mighty sigh that frightened the heart.
'Tell me first', he dropped three syllables
Yet- his heart stooping at the emerging variables.

'Well, to be precise to you,
That you be not enprisoned by its rule.
Money is what a littlun want to have,
To get for himselfs candies and the likes.

Money is the almighty formulae applicable
To all surviving marriage i.e the table
Of the dinner is set by money.
Through money does your mom make Bacarroni.

That is what money is and can do:
Make fool wise and wise fool'.
The teacher concluded,
Piercing her gaze at the boy- something she demanded.

'Oh, so when my Father have money,
My mother would stop abusing him! '
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