Yam-Porridge – An Adventure

Yam-Porridge – An Adventure

Once upon a midnight, MIDNIGHT,
While I pondered in the low light,
Over curious pathology
That I’d never seen before,

While I nodded, nearly napping,
Suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping,
Rapping at my bedroom door.

Ah, distinctly I remember
It was long before September,
And the hunger was a-biting,
And the restaurants were a bore.

Eagerly I wished the morrow
In which I had sought to visit
My friend – I think it was Solo –
But mainly to eat yam-porr.

But the sullen, sad, uncertain
Trembling of my little belly
Thrilled me – filled me with
Malignant hunger never felt before;

So that now, the salivation,
And then my heart’s palpitations
Made me, without hesitation,
Move towards the bedroom door.

Presently the urge grew stronger,
Precipitating more hunger,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Solo, truly
Your forgiveness I implore;

‘But the fact is I am hungry,
‘And though all night I should tarry,
‘And though I was not expecting,
‘Yet I do need this yam-porr’.

So I opened up the window,
Fearing those men that we all know,
And received the gift from Solo –
Yam-porr like never before.

Rapidly I took my belt off,
And then I rolled up my shirt cuffs,
Then made sure that I dished enough,
Enough of the sweet yam-porr.

‘Just one plate’ I promised myself,
“Then I’ll go back to the bookshelf”,
But as if by magic influence,
I kept eating more and more.

Now, with time I started choking,
Common sense finally broke in,
And, Oh God, I am not joking,
I couldn’t eat more yam-porr.

My gullet was now obstructed,
And my vision was distorted,
So this finally resulted
in myself upon the floor.

Hard I struggled, breathing harder,
As I saw death coming closer,
With the last breath I could gather-…
…I woke up with my throat sore.

For in truth I had been dreaming,
And my pillow I’d been eating,
And the foam I stood vomiting,
Tasted nothing like yam-porr.



15 thoughts on “Yam-Porridge – An Adventure” by Zazu (@literati)

  1. Lol! What a dream. I love the rhymes. Nice write:)

  2. Pele!
    Next time eat before you sleep, oh?

  3. Whoa! This is really cool..And your rhyming scheme deserves a lovely mention..You did well jare..I like!..Well done Zazu..

  4. Guy… I must say you did real good!
    Okay you actually did well…the “-or” rhyme, the alignment of the story, the conclusion…
    I’m still trying to stop laughing.
    It already has a tune in my head.
    Very well done Zazu!

  5. LMAO! What a lovely narrative!

    The poem is so delicious, I can smell the palm oil aroma of its creativity and humour hitting hard at my funny bone!

  6. eeeyaa but those yam porr is tempting lol

    can`t remember when i enjoyed it last.

  7. This yam porr talks!
    Good work, though a little disconnect in the communication.
    Subjective.

  8. aturmercy (@aturmercy)

    Zazu, just like my visit to your blog, I’m impressed and wow! Can’t stop laughing at the tasty pillow you undressed and in jest (ingest).

  9. Lolz @Eletrika..I’l try.
    Thanks Bubbles, Chimzorom, Afronuts, Amor, Ostar, Aturmercy, Kaycee..great ppl, great encouragement..
    I’m sure the pillow didn’t taste funny sha:)

  10. Choi!!! I hope the pillow tasted real good. Lol. The poem is funny o.

  11. haha. U want to kno if d pillow was sweet? Taste and see!

  12. Very funny, Uzuazo. I also liked the way you established a kind of rhythm to the poem. Well done.

  13. jonnysnow (@jonnysnow)

    funny yam-porr,though I dont like what you have done to EAP’s poem.

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