Teasing a Soldier
Soldier man
I throw you salute.
Spoke I with your woman
Worried you do not dance
Should I play you a flute?
Maybe a dance chance...
Forgive my rude
This minute I am gone
I fear your gun
Black stick so nude.
I wish a day you come to town
With a smile without a frown.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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