Never Fussy Poem by Haruna Garba

When bird's flu was at full threat
And all heralds were shouted out
A journalist came to a little mart
And with barrages of questions
Bombarded one who'd just bought a chick

With all this pestilence swallowing lands
What happens to the chick you've just bought?
Restaurant stuff or home affair?
Please tell me which-
Have you no qualms for the bird's flu?

Now look, dear Pressman
As per as I am concerned
I am never fussy about anything, repeat anything
That has had rigorous rendezvous with fire