Ode and Eulogy ' OH MY SUNDAY ZIM'

My affection looks late
but birth gave you this date.
Zim, have I treaded your toes?
Longing your tooth, making crows
of milk and honey. Desres after
more roofs, attain the top of ladder.
I will ridden as Godiva if my poetic sows
receive no love sicking kvell
for I Ingurgitate your words as veal.
Great man of Giant Pen,
seeing things in Wisdom Arena,
turning rocks to roses on STRIDA 's floor.
Oh my Sunday Zim, vigorous pen
as swords of Katapar,
pick your jacket and lift the floor .
Run of the mine lights your life,
this love making me go around,
around the desires of Zim's life.
St. Swithin's Day, if thou dost rain,
for forty days it will remain. 

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo.

This poem is written to celebrate the birth of Sunday Zim, the poet personae says great things about him and wishes that he gains more in life.