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Ole Mrs. Wallowbe


Jacenta Aibangbee

Mr. One Day Wonder and I
Blew our trumpets last night
He lived in Sordid Creek
and I at Horrid Sight
As we exited the subway
we met ole Mrs. Wallowbe
lying on her just bed
clothed with humility
that ole Mrs. Wallowbe

Mr. One Day Wonder and I
Thumped our drums this eve
In deafening the pious folk
with bombs of mediocrity
What a heartless society
cried ole Mrs. Wallowbe
as she stitched her fine quilt
of possibilities
that ole Mrs. Wallowbe

Mr. One Day Wonder and I
Toll our bells every morn
Awakening the dead in Chisolm Rock
from their injustice bed of thorns
As we wrestled with our fetters
there goes that ole Mrs. Wallowbe
Scavenging for her pearls
in blameless poverty
that ole Mrs. Wallowbe

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