MY FLYING SAUCER

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I’m not an air freshener
So don’t take me for one
You can call me a fly whisk
Or the steward’s serving spoon
But certainly not an air freshener.

I accept I’m a commoner
And that I’m as slim as the figure, One
But when it comes to business, I’m brisk
I can also turn into the monsoon
And kick around at will, the Lord Mayor’s beer opener.

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