I do not like Soyinka!
Except because I love him.
I do not like Soyinka!
That in obvious allure octogenarian man.
With whitish locks.
And this is my jocose to him.
That old jolly-jocund who's in a gay.
I do not wish to be garrulous,
Or loquacious.
So I will say
For I am an enfant terrible.
And I will enfeeble him with my euphoric words.
That elderberry with no egregious egotic lines.
I loathe him, yet loathing him.
Bend to him.
That fair dinkum laureate.
I hope this is not a lese majesty?
For I have penned this accord to his standard.
I do not like Soyinka!
Unless because I love him.
My sworn, utter coruscating model.
Is that I do not like him, I love him.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
Let me set woods of fire.
To warm thy heart,
With the pleasant smell
Of burning woods.
For the mild air breathes cold.
And the swiftness of the breeze,
Makes milady freeze.
My eyes waters from the
Smoky smokes that evolves.
And I took the chance
To joyfully weep for her,
With a tenacious heart that cares.
For the stillness of the moon
Brings along joy and peace
And makes milady radiant and ease.
So soulmate!
Entie me to thy heart forever
Let no cutter, cut our bond to shove,
Nor no stealer, steal our *** of love.
Soak me in the sweetness of thy wine
And together
Lets be entwined
Forever!
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC