The Bigamist
Don’t worry, don’t worry
My fair lady
Oh! Sweet Brenda
The words came dropping like acapella
With cap in hand
He tapped this crying fella
“You’d be a blessed seer
To resist his words and glamour
I know you hope in him to find your Doppelgänger
But life is full of lots and lots of danger
And many live their lives undercover
So never judge a book by its cover
Remember not only gold can glitter”
Fairest of all Beauty,
One more thing
Before I leave,
He sips a glass of Remy martins
“Guard thy heart from Johnson
Cuz’ His sword has many beaten”
Copyright © Chioma Onyekaba | Year Posted 2020
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