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HIBISCUS and ROSE
I’ve been trimming
And trimming
The rose tree
And hibisbus
Standing beside each other
In my compound
All this rainy season
They won’t ‘gree
They love to get close
To touch
And hug and kiss each other
But I hate it
I hate it
Yesterday
They accused me
[Vibrating their leaves]
Saying: Mr. Sam
Why can’t you mind your own biz
And let us be
I replied:
[Pointing secateur at them]
Everynight
Your shadows are so close
To my window
They’re really scary
If you don’t know
Ah! That was not our shadows
It was we
We always walk to your window
Tiptoe, tiptoe
Peeping and watching
Whenever your wife is screaming
At night in orgy
We love it
[They winked.]
Samuel C. Enunwa aka. samueldpoetry
