Happy Hour Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Happy hour happy hour
Happy hour i feel the power
Happy hour i am like a flower
Happy hour in my ivory tower

It is not the hour of imbibing
It is not a good wine i m describing
Or at the pub when beer is half price
Or when i am served chicken and rice

It is not when a pastor's speech touches my heart
When i understand creation from the start
When at the synagogue i am in heaven in advance
Nor the feeling of completeness God may grant

Neither is it the quality time i spend
Riding waves, taking the sharp bend
The thrill, the rush, the surge of adrenaline
All splashed up, not a care or worry for my melaninie.

My happy hour when i write a rhyme
My happy hour when i write a stanza
My happy hour when i write a verse
My happy hour when i write a POEM

That is my happy hour
My happiest happy hour