HE Poem, by imma isa kemmy, at My poetic side

Bobbed out eyes,

called for a conference,

the stomach growns,

to alert of incoming danger,

dawn day did pass,

for the media to be summoned,

Red eye,skinny pecky body,

demanded them to watch out!

for this port bellied child,

ages must have passed by,

but the stomach still a complainant,

alerting the passers-by

that he had a desert for a stomach

Sluggishly drowsily he walked,

the attention was noticed,

the eyes like water,

pocked out imploring for mercy,

he stood sat terrified,

silently i gazed,

with pity overwhelming

Mom please! dismissed,

tortured for who might be his mom,

cause non seemed like one,

all walked botherless,

eyes clossed at him,

his liquid watery eyes,

drained my personality,

i tossed the coin,

he smiled back and gasped,

thanks for all is well,

all is well,

when the coin is penny less,

was all well?

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