The Bloated And Hungry Toad Of The Creeks

The Bloated And Hungry Toad Of The Creeks

The night was so still
As it was suddenly heard from uphill,
Croak, croak, croak,
Cries the amphibious creature,
Revealing to humanity of it's unsatisfied nature,
The toad from the creeks.

Wobbling along the shore,
On it's bloated tommy,
Searching for more,
Never ever satisfied,
Never steady and stable,
Always croaking and croaking,
In the morning it croaks,
In the afternoon it croaks,
In the evening it croaks,
Even at nights,
The greedy toad of the creeks still croaks.

For the caliphate, he is a willing tool,
That they have out of him, made another fool.
And to ridicule him the more,
They made him their pipeline guard
Even in his own motherland,
The hungry pig of the creeks.

Suddenly, the thief from the creeks
Jumps out from the river to feed,
And lo, he sees N20million
And then he swallows it with passion,
Yet, without shame,
Still crying, begging for more.
So, it gets me terrified,
That this rogue is never ever satisfied,
A disgusting being with low life!
Truly, poverty bears a knife
And it slays only the unsatisfied pigs
Especially those of them from the creeks.

Written by Ikenna Ozulumba Mbaegbu
For Family Writers Press International