by Emenike Anayo Anderson. (The author of this poem)
You again! The buzzer sound of their presence is a disturbing one
On blood they prey along the cattle friend, why on daily basis my tail can’t rest.
Under my scrotum is your house.So shall it be?
I graze on green grass field under nature’s mercy
I feel the sunrise it satisfies my day
am a giant but weeps like a child under your unpleasant circumstance
How dare you titchy?
Your presence boozled in my head
my unpleasant is your comfort
my scrotum is your house
Let me be, oh! tsetse fly
The herders are aware of their unpleasant presence,
How i can’t forget the unpleasant look of the herders wife
Looking from the barn, she went after with a killer substance
in her condition only his grace can grant her safety
am a cow, though i can speak for myself
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