By Tikum Mbah Azonga
It wasn`t so much the blasted rain
No, it was the blacklisted hailstorm
The old man was irked that we picked it up
So he got up abruptly as if stung
And with one wave of the hand
Halted the rain storm
And even the rain
Aghast we gathered our garments
And promptly left the arena
Our tails between our legs.
Copyright 2010
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