GRAVE OUR LAST COTTAGE

As man's ride from cradle to grave, our last mansion is nothing than cave, With that decent roof inform of pave, Where we loose our guard and considered unsafe. Oh! you rich, your wealth will be lave, When families isolates such as your slave, And  your full puissant will be represented by crave, Lovers has nothing to present than wave. You're nothing now with room that has eave, You're no one with less greeting of ave You're so poor as your straight bone will concave You will be a failure for a slave to re enslave. Remember grave when you're agile and misbehave, When you're here regarded as brave, Remember when your teeth chew as you cleave, Shape your act as rod shape spokeshave. @wordsczar Busari Anwarudeen Olasunmbo