Love Questions
How can I jilt you my True Love?
I shall be hurting Lord God’s Dove
Why would I teach you what is wrong
When it won’t help us to live long?
What is The Essence of crying Foul,
When we can absolve wrongs like Scowl?
Which love had lasted and no hurt;
Which hands neared a stuff and no dirt?
Whose loving skills do we trumpet?
All of us smell in The Armpit!
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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