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As I was walking swiftly
Just to reach Bajoga early
To see what a hot birthday
Will be chucked in the day
Of 27th of the october,
I collided with a creature
Seemingly so calm in nature
And so educated by sanity
With no signs of insanity
With soft red lips in drenched
Like dewed pale red petal of french
Lovers' kissing during 25th of December.

She starred at me with bit of wink
And some grins followed up like a wing
Of bird got opened at once.
She looked so lucid and explicit
Without sores and arid
On her face of usual glance
Of love and naughty trance.
The wink gestured me
To follow her directly
To the place of the birthday.

While we were walking
She distanced me much
I was lagged behind
Because of the fragrance
That her hairs gave behind
Up to the school entrance
I couldn't reach her.

Again at the gate
She gave me a jovial wink
Which my heart woul' never forget.
She then elevated her hand
Up to the opposite of her mouth
And blew a softy kiss on her hand
Which my eyes saw slimed from her mouth,
Or let me say her lips;
Her softy reddished lips.
The kiss tottered me wagly
In which she used the gravity
Of her hand and hoicked me whiskly.

After I restored my standing posture
She darted another naughty wink
Along with a hot naughty gesture
Which she 'sed her two fingers to winged.
Her gravity pulled me forward
As I was following her toward
Like she was the first ever living girl
I started seeing in love tale.

Immediately after I stamped
My legs into the place as a lamb*,
I just saw my eyes blindfolded,
Before I did a slide motion,
My hands were also been folded,
But nothing I felt for a notion
To the thing that blindfolded me
And also folded and tied the hands of me.

A buzzing air which seemed a breath
Of her breathing lungs engulfed my breath.
I became motionless at the time I saw
A gorgeous gleaming face before me,
As also I noticed that the girl who led me
Was her silhouette.
The dresses she worn didn't beautify
Her, rather she beautified them well.
She kept on smiling at me
Like she at never seen me.
I didn't know that she was elated of me
More than how I was eagered of her.
All the pals of her
Surrounded the whole table
As I was so closed to the bottles
Which were filled with her love.
I saw Fatimah Abubakar Aliyu
Then Fatimah Ogun Tola
Also Fatimah Bala Magaji
She didn't forget to come with
Fatimah B Abdullahi who was standing
Next to Fatimah Mohammed Bello,
And also Fatimah Isyaku
With her friend Fatimah Kwoiranga who
Blocked Fatimah Yusuf.
All the girls of High School who
Bear the same name with her
Were all summoned by her.

A colander which contained all
The fruits that were bought from mall;
And the trays that contained
Superimpose of sundaes were not sunder.
She picked one sundae which was pondered as mine and dabbed
It on my mouth, the feeling jabbed
Me like a darted arrow loafed
Love between Romeo and Juliet.
My moustache was coated with
The cream she cooled with
Ice-blocks, this action happened
Since before she was alarmed
To put it onto me by cutting
Small piece of cake.

I don't know if what am writing
Would be called as a poem
Because I am a novice in writing,
Especially when it comes to a poem.
I perambulated in her love
Since the kind of love
We run is of
Very small
In a hole
Of love.
Loviology was made only to us
Because the loviologist likes us
To study Love to a crucial point.

As I was dreaming the birthday,
I saw a swarm of gorgeous
Ladies approaching to the place
Where my lovely Fatimah embedded
The table of the materials and
Foods which designed for her birthday.
The commotion of the girls revived
Me because in the dream I just fainted.
Before I could detached myself from bed
My brain was completely strashed
With loneliness and emptiness.

If you don't have Fatimah,
Better be quickly and rush to
A carpentry workshop and
Pay them to construct a 
Wooden figure of Fatimah.
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