King kong!
You've heard of his rumble in the Jungle,
his mumbles and his jumbles,
his jabs and yabs
And the thriller in manila.
He was lord of the rings,
marabout of his bouts,
griot of his fights.
The master of the shuffle and the rope-a-dope
Was dope and made the dough.
I heard of his wits and his fist,
Of the ease of his wrist
And the gist of his float,
He fluttered with his feet
Then stung like a bee
His belt was his crown
In his robes he was king
None can contest
He was lord of the ring.

May, may be or may not be
The month for the fools of April
But May's weather would favour Mayweather.

If you know where the owls go at day
You will know where the bats go at night
Like big shrews with wings
They hang upside down
Eyes like chandeliers piercing the darkness
Wings like umbrellas fold and open at will
And Canines like snake fangs smile
When they hiss at you.
Hiding from the sun like owls
They yawn, nap and yap
Eat and ****, Milk their pup
As they roost for dusk to come.
The mangoes bear their bites
And they feed on insects too.
To the mountains or the caves,
their ears aid their flight
To feed and mate and make their swift return.

They can crack their guns
But we have made our choice
We want to cast our votes
They want to cast their bullets
We want ink on ballots
They want blood on bullets
They can crack their gun
We will stick to ours
Our votes most count
They can bite their bullets.

Some wonder about
Twinkle little stars at night
But to night
I wonder about
How the stars sleep at night
Day and night
Paparazzi try to dull their shine
Always on their trail
like flies on cows without tails
But the fault is not in our stars
Stars shoot without  our wish
So we  long for them to fall
We pry into the lives of the stars
Like the stars at night
peeping the skies
to gossip the earth.