Monday, April 15, 2013

Gulf City by Mokeda Tommy Bus

A crowd around me
Some food in front
I finally went
Gulf City this month
My grandma quarreled
'This food has no salt! '
We sat and awaited
My mum and my aunt

A day at the mall
Any girl would survive
But my guts were melting
Till mummy arrived
Holding back tears
Wouldn't do any good
And mummy arrived
As she said she would

Alas! She arrived
Yet made it all worse
I can't escape
This horrid curse
I'm freezing cold
My appetite's gone
Gulf City felt worse
Than when my brothers were borne