Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Rhyme

I Can'T Marry a Poet

A poet lord can't stand a poet lord
My belle can't always feed on muse
In the chase of wanting many an award 
Allowing her snub kitchen for writing excuse 
Going most days feeding on junk

A poet lord can't stand communication 
My mouth is shut down to set up my mind
Though no time for pleasing fornication 
Cos artistic altar's oath entwines lines signed 
That all day long, each heartily lives a good drunk 

Poets at a turn in time, each would become a nanny
Taking up the children's care with pity
Except those times, visitation parades granny
Everyone would love doing great going witty 
How on earth can we watch our futures' stillness! 

Poets are crazy, emotional switch dribbles wit
Hosting love making to seconds notes taking
Build up frame to make none foreseen omit
Really love doing the titles to get table shaking 
In its own outstanding research illness 

I can't marry a poet, but can have her as a daughter 
To make heiress survived from my bleeding pen
And roast on my behalf wrongs I slaughtered 
In her own fare having been nurtured in zen
Young lord knows what boost speedily

I can't marry a poet, may be have one a son
Whose morales been a heir would grow wings
And soar to make moon face the sun
On an emotional transparent's keyboard swings
Young bard's twilight inking classical keys greedily

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