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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required SHE'S MY CHOICE AND MY CROSS. You told me beauty is merely skin deep Wasn't that the reason I wooed her in the first place Said it doesn't cook afang soup I've not forgotten my way to mama put You said she doesn't respect my mother Excuse me don't make that sound like murder Forget graduate Tinuke I prefer beautiful unschooled Amanda Even though she can't prepare amala You said she's not intelligent She does what I like and she's so efficient Who said she's not sound Have you heard her bedroom sound She is not of classy source But she's sassy and I dey enjoy her ponmo sauce That she is mentally scanty is mere rumour Even if she is, I enjoy the momentary humour Who even needs that educated feminist I have had enough troubles with chemistry She can't speak fluently in the crowd You need to see her in bed so succulent and loud If you say she's crude and lousy Excuse me sister , crude oil get value pass kerosene Say my wife no go school But she sabi hold spoon Asking who will help my kids with their assignment How that one take be your concernment When we have kids we'll make arrangement You dey tell me say I no get sense Sister, you no dey see well go wear your contact lens You claim she's using juju on me But I'm enjoying the fufu she gives to me You claim she's full of violence You're wrong she doesn't just like pretence Though she slapped me once in the open It was because I burnt the food in the oven That won't make our love to be broken Now she's fat and won't hit the gym It's OK Yoruba men don't like them slim She's daft and can't stand a mental debate Who even likes a wife that argues If she ties wrapper round her chest She doesn't want men to covet If she was born of parents of colourful poverty I've acquired the asset and the liability Right now she's my sole property Say all you want about her She's my choice and my cross (FM CONCEPTUAL ???)
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