FORGIVE MY HURT

I took garri and groundnut
Because my favorite I found not
So with happiness I strongly fought
Till I heard of Lot
Who sets on fire a heavy pot
Cooking with all seriousness water and nut
For he had nothing to slot
His favorite never a thought

Again I woke up hot
Not fit for sport
Two weeks I'll be out to sort
And thwart with wart
Oh! what a dot
For I had perfected my plot
For the downfall of THE WROUGHT
The reigning champion of the court

Then I watched Ade Short
Fell while taking the shot
Though he had no rot
Still he fell on the spot

O father, forgive my hurt
Insensitivity I had made my hut