Posted by onuegbu okechukwu on
Last Sunday
as sun kisses the virgin earth
outdoor was I cartooning
under the boiling breeze
when the invite-less Guest
sneaked into my hole-less room
sat on table
addressing the room
walking in to outbucket
my drenched clothes
the eyes pictured
a golden eight fit tape-rule
soldier equivalent to electric pole
coiling,hissing,twisting like thread
ambushing into my curtain
silence slammed the door
and dashes to close door
who armed and conquered
the venomous guest
O!Snake, why are you my guest?