THE WAR OF WORDS
This battle is a War of words and of wits
Not a refuge to poets that’ll be torn to bits.
If then you think yourself a sage
Come 30th June there’ s a war to wage.
Eat up your paper words and come to stage
And poets shall speak and spark with rage.
I do not care if your appellation is Enigmatic
Or that in the past you have become Charismatic.
Sam not the Ram with a murderous horn,
For thou might be into thousand pieces torn.
You may on your page have a Saint Rhyme,
Come to stage and let’s do the poetic mime.
If Olulu likes let him invite the Rain,
This is the time to know the best in our Train.