Burying the Idea of Marriage
She has the idea buried
Of later getting married,
As she shall be forty-five:
Very far from twenty five…
Her mirror has been talking;
Strong challenges from walking.
“When last was Monthly Bleeding?
Like Lot from Sodom fleeing!”
Marriage mainly child-bearing,
In Nigeria for child-rearing;
Tears for declined proposals:
Fine Guys that faced disposals;
Her rash rejection of Ben
And harsh ejection of Ken…
Unless she flies to US
Nothing like last SOS!
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