Emmanuel Obeng Yeboah Poet Narrative

The Dime Called Priscy

I sat at the shop relaxing as time moved steadily
My very eyes beheld a scene that was very lovely 
There before me stood a dime, descent and prissy
I was not amazed to learn she was called Priscy 

Deep down within my heart I felt a tingle 
As I lovingly gazed at her face and bingle 
Just then I remembered I was still single
It was the best time for me to just mingle

I blessed my trusted optics that very day 
A dime, a treasure, an angel it has seen 
A beauty that words fall short to say
It was evident though she was still a teen 

Her face alone but nothing I did continually stare 
In my memory, such an image has been very rare 
An experience! One that I cannot properly tell 
My eyes have beheld a dime, yeah, it's very real 

The thought to visit a friend at the shop, 
The move to win her heart and stay on top,
I will forever bless and bless into all eternity
For that begun me with The Dime Called Priscy.

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