HIBISCUS and ROSE

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HIBISCUS and ROSE

 

 

 

 

 

English: flower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

English: Hibiscus flower in rose color

 

 

 

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

 

Hibiscus Syriacus (Rose of Sharon) 'Blushing B...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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