Useless
 
I’m a useless freak
A passionate toad,
My face is clear
But my head they fear
My head is big and
I’m far not tall,
I love to sit right next door
And play with my friends till
Day would go
When jokes started to spread
I had fled,
But if I was caught like a command cold
I was persecuted with a fist of gold
Home I shall run
It wasn’t fun
For mamma would be home.
                                                                               (Dedicated to a friend)
 
     Umar Davis