So, there are these cool friends of mine, Yemie, Dr. Swag, Zika, etc etc who think me the critic (wrongly) and one day, one of them took me up on a challenge to a small poelogue… It is something like a duel, methinks… But so far, we are testing ourselves with respect but I talk too much… Here we go.
The Critic by Zika Olofin
You judge the merit of our art
You never fail to play your part
For that’s the nature of your art
Not so much of an eyelid bat
Dissect as with a fine-tooth comb
Analyse in minute detail
Scrutinise motives real or not
Dismember each thought that’s expressed
You are of essence that is sure
If you’re not there we’re still uncooked
Our work leaves your refining pot
Then by the world to be embraced
And my reply…
The Commenter by SVA
Names they have called for so long
They have seen me in lights all wrong
I am me, small talker commenting
Dropping thoughts, ranting
At other times tormenting
Getting thee, bloggers, panting
But…forgive when I am cryptic
Or sound like a critic
I am simply just me, small tormenter
Your one and only friendly commenter.
Su'eddie in Life n' Literature 
😅The Critic Commenter – what an apt title. Hahaha. Okay now that it has been officially launched, let the games begin👏
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Dare I say ‘Bring it on’ ? 🙂
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Not A Bad Vocation
Yes I believe, or so do I?😏
When you claim I have read you wrong
What more am I than mere mortal
That sees with two bare, simple eyes
So here’s my hand, my olive branch
I mean no harm, no injury
Twas all for ca-ma-ra-de-rie
And yes, for Swag my all time pal
But then still, there is this third eye
Sixth sense that just won’t let me be
You really are a critic and
That’s not a bad vocation too😂
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A name is more than a name
appellations quite all the same
I fear that this critic-name game
that you force upon my being
is one which we both know, is sin…
For you lie when a mere mortal
is given the crown of immortal
a critic stands on the pedestal great
while I this commenter can only wait
to state an open heart
on varying works of art…
Zika, dare thee say some other word
else you face my literary sword
🙂
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Ziks, you owe me on this one, se you know? 🙂
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I know. Just chill. I dey gather arsenal na😅
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No wahala, I am sure I will be preparing Barcelona at the other side 🙂
Weya o, work well.
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😂
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😉
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Oh! I get it! She is afraid of my literary sword! Okay o… I hear.
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What! Afraid? See me o. Okay I dey come. Make I get your time first😈
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Awaiting…while on the training ground 🙂
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Ah! There he goes, he calls it sin
If truth be sin, I’ll tell it all
The sinner’s wage, will then be mine
Save in this case, my trophy’s grand
Pray tell, brethren, if thou art not
The critic that’s my litmus test
What then art thou, dear master Su?
Dear Gamaliel, do me no wrong!
If, dare you say, ” a commenter”
You do indeed lie just like me
Commenter, critic, either one
These two are neighbours, synonyms
Prepare then, our reward awaits
But wait, poor us, what shall it be?
The sinner’s wage, worth it, must be
I’ll have it not another way
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After the distance of time stretched
I find my way back, to have my reply etched
In words to fully capture thoughts to show
Stuff that can make whole…
(Make sense and stop the nonsense!)
The commenting ink never becomes the critic
The critic being the constant tormenter
Neighbours they might be
But there’s a huge difference for all to see
As time flies and thoughts drop
One is more likely to flop
The critic who knows it all
Never ready to play ball
Our verse can go on to forever
But maybe I should pause
Ensure that I no longer our conversation sever
– for better…or for worse 🙂
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The poetic games….season 1
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Hee hee hee! Doc our Doc… Na so we see am. I tried calling back that day but network can be one kain… Sha, we will still talk abi? 🙂
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