Sonnet Xviii

Poem By Adeyemi Joshua

The cloud had wept so lackadaisically,
That the ewe's life dwelt in strife. Notionally,
The tears dripping on the ewe's coat,
And had drenched him to his throat:
It had happened that when the cloud
Prepared to weep, at the cause of the crowd.
The ewe had beseeched her not to do so,
For that would abuse his daintly cloth.
And the truth of that being the only cloth he has,
Was not away from the wicked's ear rehearsed.
But she'd wept and caused an havoc,
That when she'd realised she tend to reverse the havoc.
He shivers till his breath was in his mouth:
She empathized him and left for the light from the south.
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