THE GIRL FROM MY VILLAGE

The girl from my village

An angel about my age
With whom i wished to start a new page
And serve without wage
O, even in a cage
With her, there's no rage

She was ravishingly beautiful and titillating

With catwalk that made me never want to blink

A real cynosure

An epitome of beauty and nature

She carried a calabash on her head

That lay well as if that were its bed

She was dark and modest

With wrapper tied above her breast

Like the girls in drama

She was the whole enchilada

I walked up to her in a jiffy

Snatched the calabash easily

Reprimanding her gently

And professing my love tenderly

She showered me with a bucket of smiles

And made me feel fly

I was happy I had luck

Of finding my love

So I pledged to eternally feed her with bliss

And throw her into affluence to put her at ease

She collected her calabash

And suddenly became harsh

She left without a goodbye to me

Leaving me in inestimable misery.