Tuesday, 5 July 2016


I purely feed and sleep on my napkin,
Slumber kingdom, I am the nap king, 
My Papa naps too, am of the nap kin,
It is business, and we take each nap keen,
My boss sure hates me for this nap thing,
Grew old I guess, no longer a nap teen,
It matters less to a possessed nap being!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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