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Beside
Uhuru Highway, lies a bench
Unsat
by strangers in the city
Many
a traveler could sit on it
And
feasted his eyes on clever hawkers
Selling
their merchandise
Or
the occasional lovebirds
Chewing
on grass
Or
adept pedestrians mocking death
But
no, people don’t sit on the chair
It
is not uncommon for
Marabou
Storks
To let
C5H4N3O3
Splash
on your face
To your
shame!
The
City Hall Fathers
Have
it on their records
That
the bench is in “good condition”
Save
for the adventures
Of the
Marabou
If
you ask me, this is what
Tourists
pay to witness first hand!
C)
Lorot Salem 2011
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4 comments:
Well, I am willing to bet this is the most interesting response to this prompt! I now have to google marabou storks!!!!
I'm intrigued by the marabou; interesting take on the prompt~ Thanks for view!
lol, I am getting a funny mental image of a very clean, fussily dressed man sitting on the bench with a huge bird poo dripping down his head and onto his shoulder. :o)
@ Sherry Blue Sky, thanks Koko. I came to learn about Marabou Storks because along Uhuru Highway in Nairobi they are a beautiful to behold and even added to this beauty is the white of their 'poo' all over the tarmac and benches around.
@ Ella, thanks a lot. This poem was as candid as it was because this IS the state of affairs as it is.
@ Mary, you have conjured it well. You have captured it succinctly.And what a sight that is!
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