Road without a crown
That always frown
Decorated with scar
The only star
What will I say
About your busy day
Nothing is so attractive
Like your tattered shirt
Why the complain from drivers who are naive
What is so lovely like your perforated feet
The beautiful chicken pot on your face
That persuaded me not to race
What about the songs you sing
Making cars to fly without wings
What should I say about the brilliant azonto
What about the lovely staccato
My joy, the hippy -hoppy
As the white horse is galloping
The king of roads
That people love to tread
If only you told us you are thirsty
We won’t refuse to fetch you Pacific Ocean even if it seems nasty
In your dictionary I thought there is love
Why then do you prefer drinking blood
Adebayo Victoria Tobiloba 