MY FRIEND WITH THE SWIFT HANDS

My friend with the swift hands,
During summer holiday,
I worked hard all day,
Toiling, laboring, and burning,
To acquire some gold.

Indulging my friend to know about my gold,
“A thief he is, my friend with the swift hands, that is”
Stored away my gold with all joy,

But a surprise awaits,
For I was a victim of deceit.
Then with the swift hands,
My gold was all gone.

With little thought,
I knew it was my friend,
“A thief he is, my friend with the swift hands, that is.”

I lamented and cried,
My friend advised,
“Be calm, I believe your gold would be restored.”

Alas! My gold was restored,
But this I say,
“A thief he is, my friend with the swift hands, that is.”

Adefehinti Feranmi Grace
Faculty: Law
Level: 100

2023/2024 Academic Session.

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