With the curves of her body,
Ten thousand men could fall.
A vision so sublime,
Swaggered into the bar.
Oh, her perfume!
Her perfectly painted lips!
The hypnotizing eyes!.....
smote the drooling regulars.
"Guarana". She ordered.
"No **** Amarula on my bill"
Offered the usually quiet Baba Jemo.
"And a pack of Guarana to take home"
Added 'Fisi' Johny the local mechanic.
With a smile that could melt Antarctica's ice,
She accepted the two stooges' offer.
Just as they were marrying their stools to her's
There bounced in a striking gentleman
"Sorry honey, i was caught in traffic.
Can we go to a better pub?"
With Amarula on her right hand,
A twelve pack of Guarana on his left,
They legged it out holding hands,
Leaving my silly two thunderstruck,
As I handed them the bill.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Her eyes were wider than usual,
As they piercingly studied mine.
They gave me a strong urge,
To hide my soul from her.
"What troubles you child?"
"Mam, where will i find a husband?"
With a concern of a thirty years old,
Asked my nine years old.
Oh! My jaw dropped.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC