Submitted By: Kingsley Momoh

As I was walking down the street
I met a boy who gave me sweet.
I said that I don't want
But He said he is not a truant.

The boy became so bold,
He told me that His Dad was old
He said His Mum was dead
Who was good at making bread.

This is going too far I said.
The boy just laughed and laid
On the ground the boy died,
But I think I just lied.

© April 2002, Kingsley Momoh