Jack Dullards
Sam madeyin 1991 (Ogun States)
Professor Poof!
Deeply sit here on the couch prepared for a king like you,
What your gain from wandering like blinded bat's!
What's your reward in the world soon you break loose
By toiling-hard you're not fat,
you comb the journey with your legs faggoted
We want you take a break and rest
We makeshift for your bed and breakfast here
Work is last and hard work pays,
at least for once mark your holly-days,
and or else breakdown one unknowing days.
Too much works and not play make the said Jack a Dullards
By waking and walking refuses to rest and latterly laid to unwanted rest
Survivalist not like this in emulations and the like sort they also waited on graceviews crest
Spear time for play, like you may, not as it obligated,
while you fight along the way
Work is forevermore and last for days
A moment can freeze your life and muscled you to do more and more,
What kills my religious friend long time ago
Quite form of leissure you don't adore
About this poem
Here, I'm pondering on the caption I read last other times ago by Hassan Zakari the CEO of an well-known L'Afrique leissure And Touring management on the Punch Newspaper page talked on interviews that "most Nigerian workers hardly go for holidays" thus has become the theme am pointing here that too much hours spent on working can cause the wreck of not only the mental wellbeing disordered also the breakdown of ones phisical too.
Written on August 16, 2022
Submitted by LiteralErudite on August 16, 2022
Modified on March 29, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 956 |
Words | 186 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 11, 9 |
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