I Can'T Marry a Poetess

I can't marry a poetess, Because her ink will be the language, Spoken through my ears with words, And rhythms then, My heart will be hanged under the, Bed of Shakespeare. I can't marry a poetess, She might forcefully push me in bed, Just to ask me for the author of, "Lonely Day" then, The liquid in our pens will always battle. I can't marry a poetess, She will make me the ink of her pen. She will starve me to feed from her pen, Then poetry will be our end-meat. I can't marry a poetess, I'm now speechless, but let them, Say what they have to say. Jamesetta will kill me with poems, Instead of a cake. I can't marry a poetess, She might expect me to describe her, In the presence of romance. Thought l love Jamesetta, but l prefer, Rozetta. I throw this question to you, What would you do if you were me? ©®2021 A.M Ngumbu, Jr.