If My Poem Is A Picnic

If my poem is a picnic
Will you not pick your
Friends and families
And a very big basket
Full of
Drinks and meats and meals
And carry wallet in your
Pocket
And carry them in your
Caravan
Or station wagon car
To come enjoy me?

We poets!

This kind of kindness
We crave from thee;
Not money.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

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