Seven-O-Two
I like to listen to Seven O Two at night
We can always count on Kiemo for a fight
If he was President for a day
He would insist on his own way
We could all be taking drugs
And the teacher could flog the thugs
White women he would send abroad
And pay himself if they could not afford
He brushes his teeth and sharpens his tongue
Then runs five miles to expand his lungs
There is no doubt that he can talk
But can he bring his taught to walk
Kiemo knows his constitutional law
Economics and politics without a flaw
Now all he has to learn to do
Tolerate the views of the dissenting few
Copyright: 2007 Professor Nessan Ronan
Rusty Woodward...
Brilliant poem Professor! It has a slight air of menace. Very atmospheric! Love it!
Patrick Ronan
Thank you kindly for your remarks.
Most of the poems are by my late brothers Nessan Ronan.
He was the professor not me