In slumber deep, he lay still as Agatu stone,
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His mother's cry, a desperate moan.
"Oh, my son!" she shouted, filled with fear,
As foam dripped from his lips, a warning clear.
She rushed to the kitchen, a place of experience,
To find the fish, a treacherous, hidden space.
All gone, the evidence of his mistake,
A food that nearly sealed his fate.
The fish owner, meant to meet his end,
Lived on, while Aboje''s life did contend.
A trap set for the victim, caught the victor,
A reversal of fortune, as the tables turned low.
A lesson learned, a warning to share,
"Beware, my child, of poisonous fare,"
Mama cautioned, with a loving tone,
"Some foods, a deceitful, deadly throne."
In Agatu's local government area, a tale unfolds,
Of Aboje's near-death experience, a story to be told.
He rose from the depths, a second chance granted,
A newfound wisdom, his senses enhanced.
Heed the warning, dear children, don't you see,
Not all food is safe, some a toxicity.
Rats,
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the house criminals, with cunning guile,
Leave behind their poison, a deadly, silent smile.
Mama's words, a guiding light, shine bright and true,
"Eat not all you see, lest you suffer, too."
Aboje's close call, a powerful testament to her care,
A love that watches over, with a vigilant air.
Let this tale be told, a cautionary rhyme,
To warn of dangers lurking, in the kitchen's crime.
Heed the lesson, dear ones, and live to tell,
Of the deadly pain of poison, and the love that compels.
Thank you all for reading through.