All In the Legs
ALL IN THE LEGS
Everything about Ekema was normal
Slim, Slender and Simple nothing special
But there was something about her motion limbs
They call it hot legs.
She wasn’t the fairest of ten thousand
Couldn’t be classed as beauty or brains
But something always kept her on top of her game
They call it long legs
Don’t get it twisted, she's nice and decent
She kept on roasting amidst a lot of toasting
Despite all the pressures to stand to the challenge
She always sat with closed legs
But things are no longer the same
she now walks demystified without honour
it all came crumbling down that wild night
when she was caught with opened legs
12.04pm. 15/10/2013 C’emeka Mbah
Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah | Year Posted 2013
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