Hearty Happy Birthday, Chief M. Ade-Ojo
Not being in my circle, I could not imagine
his sort
Till I sat to breakfast at his table him at
the head
I pictured his reception of a nobody that I
am, no good
Much as I tried, I could not as my heart
was stuck in
Thoughts of balancing the rich, their
ill-manners to the poor
But factuality reigns at such time and
clime,
When reality compliments or trumps preconception
To smithereens for the deeds like his
accomplishments
All eyes that care can see in bricks and
mortar as with
Others feeding at his tables or picking
crumbs benefit.
As soft and relaxed as a peaceful night can
be
He reigns in total control of his dwelling
place
And as comfortable as, like the robed rose
The master he looked on his magnificent
slab
Before a simple yet sumptuous breakfast
Chief Ade-Ojo is the rare raindrop among
the rich
Descent bloc among polluting publicity
itching others
That with the crown and bags of money
majesty
Gouge with looks every poor looking soul to
bare bones
And walks on their naked barks, the
grandeur king
So, every year cat mews his anniversary day
of being born
I pray this poem to be cast in stone as
befitting to a remarkable man
Praying that he continues to enjoy the good
Lord’s wealth of health
Pray, his remaining days the good Lord
fills with lots of love
Above all things, pray He gifts him his
birthday’s heart desires.
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